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Part Thirty-Five

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Written by TheJackal
Sunday, 25 September 2005
Two months had passed since that day. Weather wise, this one was quite like it. The sunny radiated on the buildings of the Order of Mediators. Students were taking their lessons; Brother Reverents were trying not to think about woman; more senior Brothers got no with their Jobs and plotted their colleagues’ deaths. With Rubeus gone, Salem Troy had become Grand Master. His succession, although rightfully his by virtue of rank, had not gone without dispute. Differences of opinion had been forwarded via the usual means but Troy had been more than able for dispatching his night-time callers, each of whom weren’t know for making an appointments.
Ron Stevens had been a celebrity overnight in the Order. Brothers had lined up to buy him a drink and hear the tale of Rubeus’ downfall. It was quite a tale too, getting longer and more detailed along the way.
As for Polix Maybury, he was appointed Captain of the Guard by its predecessor, with Brother Kalem Asphalt becoming his number two. Master Troy knew that technically, Polix was not responsible for Rubeus’ death, but the men knew he’d been there, and that was enough to command the respect of each and every Brother-In-Arms the Order had.
As for Jude Rutiger, he never did get that unwelcome visit by Rubeus after his brief dabble into the world of Innocent Bystander. He stayed a close friend to Gee after the events, but made him promise not to ever do anything like that to him ever again.


Look…

A cornfield, with its crop ready for harvesting. The corn sways erratically in the breeze, this way and that, like a drunken belly dancer.

Look…

To a newly built, wooden house. It still has the pleasant small of all things new. Outside on the porch, a lantern twists on its rope, the gentle wind playing with it.

Look…

At a man in the kitchen. He stands on a chair, arms outstretched to plug a small hole in the roof. The chair rocks a bit from his weight on its edges.

Look…

See a man who has settled down. See his face: he is smiling.


THE END
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