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officer’s thought could probe that of the grass-eaters to the south. It could not probe that of Hongan Os.
Mad Bear was justifiably proud of himself as a bargainer. He had pledged nothing but to refrain from
making war upon Texarkana and to stop stealing cattle from the eastern borders, but only as long as Hannegan
furnished him with arms and supplies. The agreement to war against Laredo was an unspoken pledge of the fire,
but it fitted Mad Bear’s natural inclinations and there was no need for a formal pact. Alliance with one of his
enemies would permit him to deal with one foe at a time, and eventually he might regain the grazing lands that
had been encroached upon and settled by the farmer-people during the previous century.
Night had fallen by the time the clans chief rode into camp, and a chill had come over the Plains. His guests
from the cast sat huddled in their blankets around the council fire with three of the old people while the usual
ring of curious children gaped from surrounding shadows and
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into two distinct parties which had traveled together but apparently cared little for each other’s company. The
leader of one party was obviously a madman. While Mad Bear did not object to insanity (indeed, it was prized by
his shamans as the most intense of supernatural visitations), he had not known that the farmers likewise regarded
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Mad Bear stopped only long enough to don his ceremonial wolf robes and have a shaman paint the totem
mark on his forehead before he joined the group at the fire.
“Be afraid!” an old warrior ceremonially wailed as the clans chief stepped into the firelight. “Be afraid, for
the Mighty One walks among his children. Grovel,knight money, O clans, for his name is Mad Bear?aa name well won, for as
a youth he did overcome without weapons a bear run mad, with his naked hands did he strangle her, verily in the
Northlands…”
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Hongan Os ignored the eulogies and accepted a cup of blood from the old woman who served the council
fire. It was fresh from a butchered steer and still warm. He drained it before turning to nod at the Easterners who
watched the brief wassail with apparent disquiet..
“Aaaah!” said the clans chief.
“Aaaah!’ replied the three old people, together with one grass-eater who dared to chime in. The people
stared at the grass-eater for a moment in disgust.
The insane one tried to cover his companion’s blunder.
“Tell me,” said the madman when the chieftain was seated.
“How is it that your people drink no water? Do your gods object?”
“Who knows what the gods drink?” rumbled Mad Bear. “It is said that water is for cattle and farmers, that
milk is for children and blood for men. Should it he otherwise?”
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one of his fellows. “That ‘water for the cattle’ explains it,” he said. “The everlasting drought out here. A

“If so,buy archlord gold, it strikes me as very mysterious that nobody’s heard?abut never mind that. Kornhoer listed a number
of documents and texts they claim to have and described them. If they exist at all, I’ve got to see them.”
“Oh?”
“Yes. If it’s a hoax, it should be found out, and if it isn’t, the data might well be priceless.”
The monsignor frowned. “I assure you there is no hoax,” he said stiffly.
“The letter contained an invitation to visit the abbey and study the documents. They’ve evidently heard of
me.
“Not necessarily,” said Apollo,cheap atlantica online gold, unable to resist the opportunity. “They aren’t particular about who reads their
books, as long as he washes his hands and doesn’t deface their property.”
The scholar glowered. The suggestion that there might exist literate persons who had never heard his name
did not please him.
“But there, then!” Apollo went on affably. “You have no problem. Accept their invitation, go to the abbey,anarchy credits,
study their relics. They’ll make you welcome.”
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The scholar huffed irritably at the suggestion. “And travel through the Plains at a time when Mad Bear’s clan
is?a” Thon Taddeo broke off abruptly.
“You were saying?” Apollo prompted, his face showing an special alertness, although a vein in his temple
began to throb as he stared expectantly at Thon Taddeo.
“Only that it’s a long dangerous trip, and I can’t spare six months’ absence from the collegium. I wanted to
discuss the possibility of sending a well-armed party of the Mayor’s guardsmen to fetch the documents here for
study.”
Apollo choked. He felt a childish impulse to kick the scholar in the shins. “I’m afraid,” he said politely, “that
would be quite impossible. But in any case, the matter is outside my sphere, and I’m afraid I can’t be of any help
to you.”
“Why not?” Thon Taddeo demanded. “Aren’t you the Vatican’s nuncio to the Court of Hannegan?”
“Precisely. I represent New Rome, not the monastic Orders. The government of an abbey is in the hands of
its abbot.”
“But with a little pressure from New Rome . . .”
The impulse to kick shins surged swiftly. “We’d better discuss it later,” Monsignor Apollo said curtly. “This
evening in my study, if you like.” He half turned, and looked back inquiringly as if to say Well?
“I’ll be there,buy rs gold,” the scholar said sharply, and marched away.
“Why didn’t you tell him flatly no, then and there?” Claret fumed when they were alone in the embassy suite
an hour later. “Transport priceless relics through bandit country in these times?” It’s unthinkable, Mess|r.”
“Certainly.”
“Then why?a”

fed, Brother?”?a”No, snake-fed, Mess|r”), Monsignor Aguerra seemed to prefer monks-gruel in the refectory. If
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was entertained each evening at recreation by fiddlers and a troupe of clowns until he began to believe that “life
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On the third day of Aguerra’s visit, the abbot summoned Brother Francis. The relationship between the
monk and his ruler, while not close, had been formally friendly, since the time the abbot permitted the novice to
profess his vows, and Brother Francis was not even trembling when he knocked at the study door and asked:
“You sent for me, Reverend Father?”
“Yes, I did,” Arkos said, than asked evenly: “Tell me, have you ever thought about death?”
“Frequently, m’Lord Abbot.”
“You pray to Saint Joseph that your death will not be an unhappy one?”
“Umm?aoften,buy daoc plat, Reverend Father.”
“Then I suppose you’d not care to be suddenly stricken? To have someone use your guts to string a fiddle?
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“Nnn-noo, Magister meus.”
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“I-?”
“You.” Arkos rubbed his chin and seemed lost in unhappy speculation. “I can see it too clearly. The
Leibowitz cause is shelved. Poor Brother is struck down by a falling brick. There he lies, moaning for absolution.
In the very midst of us, mind you. And there we stand, looking down in pity?aclergy among us?awatching him
croak his last, without even a last blessing on the lad. Hellbound. Unblessed. Unshrived. Under our very noses. A
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pity, eh?”
“M’Lord?” Francis squawked.
“Oh, don’t blame me. I’ll be too busy trying to keep your brothers from carrying out their impulse to kick
you to death.”
“When?”
“Why not at all, we hope. Because you are going to be careful, aren’t you??aabout what you say to the
monsignor. Otherwise I may let them kick you to death.”
“The postulator wants to see you at once. Please stifle your imagination, and be certain about what you say.
Please try not to think.”
“Well, I think I can.”
“Out,buy rs gold, son, out.”
Francis felt fright when he first tapped at Aguerra’s door, but he saw quickly that the fright was unfounded.

look?”
“I never said he was?a”
“And this is your excuse for believing yourself to have a true vocation, is it not? That this, this?ashall we
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“Yes, Dom Arkos.”
“What is your opinion of your own execrable vanity?”
“My execrable vanity is unpardonable, m’Lord’n'Teacher.”
“To imagine yourself important enough to be unpardonable is an even vaster vanity,” roared the sovereign
of the abbey.
“M’Lord, I am indeed a worm.”
“Very well, you need only deny the part about the pilgrim. No one else saw such a person, you know. I
understand he was supposed to have been headed in this direction? That he even said he might stop here? That he
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inquired about the abbey? Yes? And where would he have disappeared to,ffxi power leveling, if he ever existed? No such person
came past here. The brother on duty at that time in the watchtower didn’t see him. Eh? Are you now ready to
admit that you imagined him?”
“If there are not really two marks on that rock where he?athen maybe I might?a”
The abbot dosed his eyes and sighed wearily. “The marks are there?afaintly,” he admitted. “You might have
made them yourself.”
“No,rs gold, m’Lord.”
“Will you admit that you imagined the old creature?”
“Very well, do you know what is going to happen to you now?”
“Yes, Reverend Father”
“Then prepare to take it.”
Trembling,buy runescape money, the novice gathered up his habit about his waist and bent over the desk. The abbot withdrew a
stout hickory ruler from the drawer, tested it on his palm, then gave Francis a smart whack with it across the
buttocks.
“Deo gratias!” the novice dutifully responded, gasping slightly.
“Care to change your mind, my boy?”
“Reverend Father, I can’t deny?a”
WHACK!
“Deo gratias!”