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“So now Marcus,” the abbot murmured sadly. “And what of Thon Taddeo?”
“I don’t quite see how be expects to get across the Plains without picking up a few musket-ball holes just
now. It seems clear why he hadn’t wanted to make the trip. But I know nothing about his progress, Father
Abbot.”
Dom Paulo’s flown was pained. “If our refusal to send the material to his university leads to his being killed
“Don’t trouble your conscience about that,buy world of warcraft gold, Father Abbot. Hannegan looks out for his own. I don’t know bow,
but I’m sure the thon will get here.”
“The world could ill afford to lose him, I hear. Well?aBut tell me, why were you sent to report Hannegan’s
plans to us? We’re in the empire of Denver, and I can’t see how this region is affected.”
“Ah, but I’ve told you only the beginning. Hannegan hopes to unite the continent eventually. After Laredo’s
firmly leashed, he will have broken the encirclement that’s kept him in check. Then the next move will be against
Denver.”
“But wouldn’t that involve supply lines across nomad country? It seems impossible.”
“It’s extremely difficult, and that’s what makes the next move certain. The Plains form a natural geographical
barrier. If they were depopulated, Hannegan might regard his western frontier as secure as it stands. But the
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“But even so,” the abbot wondered,warcraft gold, “the nomads?a”
“Hannegan’s plan for them is devilish. Mad Bear’s warriors can easily cope with Laredo’s cavalry, but what
they can’t cope with is a cattle plague. The Plains tribes don’t know it yet, but when Laredo set out to punish the
nomads for border raiding, the Laredans drove several hundred head of diseased cattle ahead to mingle with the
nomads’ herds. It was Hannegan’s idea. The result will be famine, and then it will be easy to set tribe against
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first breakers.”
“But why? Surely Hannegan doesn’t expect the barbarians to be dependable troops, or capable of holding an
empire once they finish mutilating it!”
“No, m’Lord. But the nomad tribes will be disrupted, Denver will be shattered. Then Hannegan can pick up
the pieces,”
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“To do what with them? It couldn’t be a very rich empire.”
“No, but secure on all flanks. He might then be in a better position to strike east or northeast. Of course,
before it comes to that, his plans may collapse. But whether they collapse or not, this region may well be in
danger of being overrun in the not-too-distant future. Steps should be taken to secure the abbey within the next

Ten times was this simple but painful litany repeated, with Brother Francis yelping his thanks to Heaven for
each scorching lesson in the virtue of humility, as he was expected to do. The abbot paused after the tenth whack.
Brother Francis was on tip-toe and bouncing slightly. Tears squeezed from the corners of clenched eyelids.
“My dear Brother Francis,” said the Abbot Arkos “are you quite sure you saw the old man?”
“certain,” he squeaked, steeling himself for more.
Abbot Arkos glanced clinically at the youth, then walked round his desk and sat down with a grunt. He
glowered for a time at the slip of parchment bearing the letters
“Who do you suppose he could have been?” Abbot Arkos muttered absently.
Brother Francis opened his eyes, causing a brief shed of water.
“Oh, you’ve convinced me, boy, worse luck for you.
Francis said nothing, but prayed silently that the need to convince his sovereign of his veracity would not
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“You may sit down,” said the abbot, becoming casual if not genial
Francis moved toward the indicated chair, lowered himself halfway into it, but then winced and stood up
again. “If it’s all the same to the Reverend Father Abbot?a”
“All right, then stand. I won’t keep you long anyhow. You’re to go out and finish your vigil.” He paused,
noticing the novice’s face brighten a little. “Oh no you don’t!” he snapped. “You’re not going back to the same
place. You’ll trade hermitages with Brother Alfred, and not go near those ruins again. Furthermore, I command
you not to discuss the matter with anyone, except your confessor or with me,buy runescape gold, although, Heaven knows, the
damage is already done. Do you know what you’ve started?”
Brother Francis shook his bead. “Yesterday being Sunday, Reverend Father, we weren’t required to keep
silent, and at recreation I just answered the fellows’ questions. I thought?a”
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“Well, your fellows have cooked up a very cute explanation, dear son. Did you know that it was the Blessed
Leibowitz himself you met out there?”
Francis looked blank for a moment then shook his head again. “Oh, no, m’Lord Abbot. I’m sure it couldn’t
have been. The Blessed Martyr wouldn’t do such a thing.”
“Wouldn’t do such-a-what thing?”
“Wouldn’t chase after somebody and try to hit him with a stick that had a nail in one and.”
The abbot wiped his mouth to hide an involuntary smile. He managed to appear thoughtful after a moment.
“Oh, I don’t know about that, now. It was you he was chasing,ffxi gil, wasn’t it? Yes, I thought so. You told your fellow
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being the Beatus. Now I doubt if there are very many people that the Beatus would chase with a stick, but?a” He
broke off, unable to suppress laughter at the expression on the novice’s face. “All right, son-but who do you
suppose he could have been?”
“I thought perhaps be was a pilgrim on his way to visit our shrine, Reverend Father.”

the very burlap cloth they hooded Blessed Leibowitz with before they hanged him. And with what for a belt? A
rope. What rope? Ahh, the very same?a” He paused, looking at Cheroki. “I can tell by your blank look that you
haven’t heard this yet? No? All right, so you can’t say. No, no, Francis didn’t say that. All he said was?a” Abbot
Arkos tried to inject a slightly falsetto quality into his normally gruff voice. “All Brother Francis said was?a’I
met a little old man, and I thought he was a pilgrim heading for the abbey because he was going that way, and he
was wearing an old burlap sack tied around with a piece of rope. And he made a mark on the rock, and the mark
looked like this.’ ”
Arkos produced a scrap of parchment from the pocket of his fur robe and held it up toward Cheroki’s face in
the candle-glow. Still trying, with only slight success, to imitate Brother Francis: ” ‘And I couldn’t figure out
what it meant. Do you know?’ ”
Cheroki stared at the symbols and shook his head.
“I wasn’t asking you,” Arkos gruffed in his normal voice. “That’s what Francis said. I didn’t know either.”
“You do now?”
“I do now. Somebody looked it up. That is a lamedh, and that is a sadhe. Hebrew letters.”
“Sadhe lamedh?”
“No. Right to left. Lamedh sadhe. An ell, and a tee-ess sound. If it had vowel marks, it might be ‘loots,”
‘lots,” ‘lets,” ‘lets,” ‘latz,guild wars gold,” `litz’-anything like that. If it had some letters between those two, it might sound like
Lllll?aguess-who.”
“Leibo-Ho, no!”
“Ho, yes! Brother Francis didn’t think of it. Somebody else thought of it. Brother Francis didn’t think of the
burlap hood and the hangman’s rope; one of his chums did. So what happens? By tonight, the whole novitiate is
buzzing with the sweet little story that Francis met the Beatus himself out there, and the Beatus escorted our boy
over to where that stuff was and told him he’d find his vocation.”
A perplexed frown crossed Cheroki’s face. “Did Brother Francis say that?”
“NOO!” Arkos roared. “Haven’t you been listening? Francis said no such things. I wish he had, by gum; then
I’d HAVE the rascal! But he tells it sweet-and-simple, rather stupidly,buy runescape gold, in fact, and lets the others read in the
meanings. I haven’t talked to him myself. I sent the Rector of the Memorabilia to get his story.”
“I think I’d better talk to Brother Francis,” Cheroki murmured.
“Do! When you first came in, I was still wondering whether to roast you alive or not. For sending him in, I
mean. If you had let him stay out there on the desert, we wouldn’t have this fantastic twaddle going around. But,
on the other hand, if he’d stayed out there, there’s no telling what else he might have dug out of that cellar. I think
you did the right thing, to send him in.”
Cheroki, who had made the decision on no such basis, found silence to be the appropriate policy.
“See him,eve isk,” growled the abbot. “Then send him to me.”
It was about nine on a bright Monday morning when Brother Francis rapped timidly at the door of the
abbot’s study. A good night’s sleep on the hard straw pallet in his old familiar cell,cheap rs money, plus a small bite of unfamiliar
breakfast, had not perhaps done any wonders for starved tissue or entirely cleared the sun-daze from his brain,
but these relative luxuries had at least restored him to sufficient clarity of mind to perceive that he had cause to
be afraid. He was, in fact, terrified, so that his first tap at the abbot’s door went unheard. Not even Francis could
hear it. After several minutes, he mustered the courage to knock again.