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The Mag Force 7 Book 1 - Knights Of The Black Earth, The
Atec Февраль 16 2008 20:07:53
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. He was a little drunk. Bosk was always a little drunk these days. It eased his pain, cut the fear. He was always a little afraid these days, as well.
The intercom had no answers for him. The room seemed to heave a bit, and so Bosk--knowing that it would be a long wait while his guest climbed nine flights of stairs-stumbled back over and plunked himself down in his dilapidated recliner.
Directly across the room from him, the vid was blaring loudly. James M. Warden, personable television personality, was conducting an interview with His Royal Majesty, Dion Staff ire.
Bosk gulped a swig of jump-juice from a cracked glass, focused blearily on the screen.
The young king was answering a question about the late Warlord Derek Sagan.
"He was not perfect. No man is perfect," His Majesty was saying gravely. "He made mistakes."
"I beg your pardon, Your Majesty," James M. Warden respectfully contradicted, "but some might consider the word mistakes inappropriate for what many consider to be heinous crimes."
"Try murder!" Bosk yelled loudly at the screen.
His Majesty was shaking his head, almost as if he'd heard Bosk's comment. "Lord Sagan was a warrior. He acted out of his own warrior code, which, as you know, is a harsh one. But he held to that code with honor. He took part in the revolution because he believed that the government under my late uncle's rule was corrupt and ineffective
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