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from the novitiates' dormitory.
The Brutha "Get up, boy," he said, slightly more kindly.
Brutha got to his feet.
He was, as Nhumrod had complained before, too old to be a proper novice. About ten years too old. Give me a boy up to the age of seven, Nhumrod had always said.boy was flat on his face in front of a statue of Om in His manifestation as a thunderbolt, shaking and gabbling fragments of prayer.There was something creepy about that boy, Nhumrod thought. It was the way he looked at you when you were talking, as if he was listening.He wandered out and prodded the prone youth with the end of his cane."Get up, boy! What do you think you're doing in the dormitory in the middle of the day? Mmm?"Brutha managed to spin around while still flat on the floor and grasped the priest's ankles."Voice! A voice! It spoke to me!" he wailed.Nhumrod breathed out. Ah. This was familiar ground. Voices were right up Nhumrod's cloister. He heard them all the time.