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Brutha was going to die a novice. When they made the rules, they'd never allowed for anything like Brutha.
His big red honest face stared up at the novice master.
"Sit down on "Very well. Now tell me about these voices."
Brutha twisted the hem of his robe in his hands.
"It was more like one voice, master," he said.
"-like one voice," said Brother Nhumrod. "And what did this voice say? Mmm?"
Brutha hesitated. Now he came to think about it, the voice hadn't said anything very much. It had your bed, Brutha," said Nhumrod.Brutha obeyed immediately. Brutha did not know the meaning of the word disobedience. It was only one of a large number of words he didn't know the meaning of.Nhumrod sat down beside him."Now, Brutha," he said, "you know what happens to people who tell falsehoods, don't you?"Brutha nodded, blushing.
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