“Brother
Borium, we have been summoned to the scriptorium,” said Brother Truman.
“Brother Grover wants us to go over.”
Borium let
out a sigh. “Did he say why?”
“No, but it
can’t be good. I’ve never seen him in such a foul mood.”
“Over
something trivial, I’ll bet. Brother, now is not the time to fret.”
“But Borium,
my anxiety grows.”
“And it
shows. Truman, apart from you and I, nobody knows.”
“I suppose.”
“Grover so
loves being in command. Most likely he heard that we broke curfew and he wants
to reprimand.”
“Yes,
Brother Borium, you are probably right. Sorry, I’m just feeling a little
uptight.”
“Look, if it’s
something else and something doesn’t feel right; even if it’s slight, we shall
pack our things and leave tonight.”
“I’m still
not keen on going away, but best we go and hear what he has to say.”
“Good
morning, Brother Grover,” greeted Borium as he and Truman entered the
scriptorium.”
Grover
didn’t hesitate to berate. “You are late. Tardiness is something I don’t
tolerate.”
“We’re sorry
you had to wait,“ said Borium. “ Your
forgiveness we would appreciate.”
“Well now
that you are here, there’s something I want you to hear, and perhaps you could
fill me in. Did either of you know that Brother Ilirium has a twin?”
Truman
stared at Borium and felt his heart sinking
Borium kept
his composure and replied, “No, I didn’t have an inkling.”
“A woman
came to me in utter despair and claimed that he’s just vanished into thin air.
Barium is his name. According to her they are identically the same. Apart from
a single mark. It’s on his right leg and rather stark.”
Borium felt
his heart begin to pound. “Brother Grover, do you wish to have him found?”
“No, I want
to see who we’ve put in the ground.”
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