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Show XXI "Rank imposes obligations." from The Apologia of Percy Brandon Brandon and Phrapp walked back from the ChapelRefectory together after luncheon in the blazing light of afternoon, comfortably full of Zepplin and YellowBison, respectively; but troubled by their thoughts. Phrapp was wondering how in Ida's heaven he was going to make his second try at the Governor. It booted not to worry about Chu and the Provincial, Hoqqam. Indeed, Phrapp was now more of a threat to those two villains than they were to him. He'd come to that conclusion after passing all the previous day in hiding and hearing nothing of consequence to himself coming from that quarter. He was convinced that they'd both gone to ground with the mysterious woman they seemed to fear so greatly. However, Phrapp still needed to open access to the Governor as he'd promised the group in the HighTartars-albeit in a way not altogether pleasing to Grant-Sheblem! But the old man, the old Doctor Smith-Sheblem, Grant-Sheblem's father, he was dead-the good Saints receive and protect him!-dead these five TwelveMonths since, and Phrapp had changed the plan a little, a very little, the addition of one small code. In faith, the addition of two letters at the very end of the string. For now that the old man was dead there would not be the same kind of head and heart there at the helm and that made a quantity of difference. 198 |