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By Martin Hayes, R. H. Stewart

The lifestyles and occasions of Britains so much notorious son. Occultist, genius, poet, prophet, mountaineer, drug and free-love pioneer, secret agent, pupil, and all-round undesirable egg. Summoner of demons and loser of neighbors. A prophet who desired to shop mankind yet ended his days referred to as “The Wickedest guy within the World.”

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The environs of Roum showed vestiges of antiquity: isolated columns, the fragments of an aqueduct transporting nothing from nowhere to nowhere, the portals of a vanished temple. That was the oldest Roum we saw, but there were accretions of the later Roums of subsequent cycles: the huts of peasants, the domes of power drains, the hulls of dwelling-towers. Infrequently we met with the burned-out shell of some ancient airship. Gormon examined everything, taking samples from time to time. Avluela looked, wide-eyed, saying nothing.

There is a physical pain in being wrenched so unexpectedly from one’s work. For a moment I felt claws clutching at my heart. My face grew hot; my eyes would not focus; the saliva drained from my throat. As soon as I could, I took the proper protective measures to ease the metabolic drain, and severed myself from my instruments. Hiding my trembling as much as possible, I turned around. Gormon, the other member of our little band, had appeared and stood jauntily beside me. He was grinning, amused at my distress, but I could not feel angry with him.

He took from it a handful of circular metal plaques and scattered them jingling at my feet. “Coins! Money! Look at them, Watcher! ” “The ancient rulers. ” I peered at him curiously. “You claim to have no guild, Gormon. ” “Look at my face, Watcher. Could I belong to any guild? ” “True enough,” I said, eyeing the golden hue of him, the thick waxen skin, the red-pupiled eyes, the jagged mouth. Gormon had been weaned on teratogenetic drugs; he was a monster, handsome in his way, but a monster nevertheless, a Changeling, outside the laws and customs of man as they are practiced in the Third Cycle of civilization.

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