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"So there is. As I am the first to admit"
"But I can't translate any better -- I was sold and I was a slave!"
"Now, Son."
"Don't contradict your grandfather, dear, that's a good boy."
Thorby shut up. He had already mentioned his years as a beggar -- and discovered that his grandmother was horrified, had felt that he had disgraced himself, though she did not quite say so. And he had already found that while his grandfather knew much about many things, he was just as certain of his knowledge when Thorby's eyes had reported things differently. Thorby concluded glumly that it was part of being senior and nothing could be done about it He listened while Grandfather Bradley discoursed on the history of the Nine Worlds. It didn't agree with what the Sargonese believed but wasn't too far from what Pop had taught him -- other than about slavery. He was glad when the talk drifted back to the Rudbek organization. He admitted his difficulties.
"You can't build Rome in a day, Thor."
"It looks as if I never would learn! I've been thinking about going back into the Guard."
His grandfather frowned. "That would not be wise."
"Why not, sir?"
"If you don't have talent for business, there are other honorable professions."
"Meaning the Guard isn't?"
"Mmm . . . your grandmother and I are philosophical pacifists. It cannot be denied that there is never a moral justification for taking human life
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