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Show 200 Franklin pondered. "Several things, chiefly rank. And fear: the Major's got his empire, doesn't want it threatened." Harriet sigheri, and stroked a lock of hair back into place. She had little patience with finicky motives. "Wonder," she said, peering eastwards, "how they're entertaining him. Still hunting, fishing?" "So I hear. Monday, one of the houseboys told me, the Satterwhites are taking him to the castle." "Castle?" "Nishi, You remember, just off the road," "Is ha" -- Harriet's voice was dry -- "great on castles?" "I doubt it, but Smead's in Kyoto on business, and this is Dinah's idea. Educational, you know." "Mm." Harriet's fingers drummed on the table, and she stared toward the gun-mount mountain. Greaves wasn't fond of castles, and told the driver (instead of the scout they had taken the staff-car, which sported the General Officer's flag) to park beside the road. The other vehicles drew up behind, and the group, forming themselves in his wake, toured the grounds hastily. He walked around the mound, peered into the moss-covered remains of the moat, and glanced at the donjon, the decayed remnant of the most famous battle in the Great Oji War. He was unimpressed. "What's that?" ha asked, catching sight of a mast at the end of a lane. |