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Pale as he was, it was hard
At least the guards had riot guns against the to believe he would never
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'gators. rise from this bed. Even in the
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"Heretic Rodgers!" screamed the coffle really feared for him; he had
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always been strong, so
was a Mongol interned off a tramp freighter strong.
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just like Gombo had. There were worse
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fates.

"Here, sir," Rodgers called, scrambling up Nilufer raised her eyes to his.
It was not what women did
the bank to stand at attention by his
to men, but she was a
pushcart.
princess, and he was only a
Gombo scowled through missing teeth and a bandit. "I want to be a
broken nose. "Explain yourself to our holy Witch," she said. "A Witch
visitors." and not a Queen. I wish to
be not loved, but wise. Tell
Two Brothers of the Armorican Bureau of your bandit lord, if he can
Joy stood beside Gombo, the effect of their give me that, I might accept
black half-masks and rippling scarlet robes his gift."
spoiled by ragged straw hats. Rodgers knelt
on the rubbled limestone road, wincing as Archived Fiction Dating back
his knees were stabbed by the white gravel. to 9/1/00
He spoke in time to the throbbing of his
sores, a ritual confession of his official
crimes. His true crime was never mentioned.