“So what do
you think of Blaine’s friends?” Truman asked Borium. “The capacity for madness
from the Celts transcends.”
“None that I
would choose as a friend,” replied Borium. “Each and every one would drive me
around the bend. Could you imagine having any one of them as a brother? Lord
have mercy on their mother.”
“Out of the brothers,
Conn, I don’t mind John. But if truth be told, I find Ayre Conn cold.”
“Yes,
Brother Truman, I totally agree. The ice in those eyes really chilled me.”
“The brother
Mod is rather odd, wouldn’t you say? Every time I mentioned the moon, he began
to bay.”
“Lepre is
the one who made me perturbed. He really looks like he’s really disturbed. I mean,
someone so wan I have never seen; and that croaky voice and clothes so green?”
Truman began
to chuckle. “And that silly hat and the band with a buckle.”
“Let’s get
finished with our chores. What do you say to a yard of ale and some of Madam
Maude’s whores?”
“I would say
that sounds good. Tonight I’d say that I’m really in the mood.”
“We deserve
a little celebration. We wormed our way out of a sticky situation.”
“But Borium, what if Ilirium returns? There is
nothing more painful than the stake’s gruesome burns.”
“Truman,
don’t you worry. I’d make sure that we got out in a hurry. Danger, one cannot
see, but nothing will happen soon, please trust me.”
“Oh, those
flames with the crackling lick. The stench of the victims makes me sick.”
“Truman, the
first sign of danger I will surely predict. And we shall go forth to the land
of the Pict.”
Truman
looked at Borium with shock. “No, not the land of the Jock.”
“Not very
pleasant, but better than the dock. So you better make sure you have extra
socks. Pairs for our feet and pairs for our…”
“Yes, Brother
Borium, I gather what you are saying. I don’t wish it to come to that. That I
am praying.”
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