Dante Gabriel Rossetti Paolo and Francesca

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pushed his way through the crowds, with Fergmen trailing behind. That was the best and the worst of civil war, at least at the start-everyone wore the same uniform. It was much easier when you picked enemies who were a different color or at least spoke with a funny accent. You could call them "gooks" or something. It made things easier.
Hey, Urn thought. This is nearly philosophy. Pity I probably won't live to tell anyone.
The big doors were ajar. The crowd was silent, and very attentive. He craned forward to see, and then looked up at the soldier beside him.
It was Simony.
"I now lighting a fire. And chained to the back of the turtle-
"Who's that?"
"Brutha."
"What?"
"I don't know what happened. He hit Vorbis, or didn't hit him. Or something. Enraged him anyway. Vorbis stopped the ceremony, right there and then."thought-”"It didn't work," said Simony, bitterly."Did you-?""We did everything! Something broke!""It must be the steel they make here," said Urn. "The link pins on-”"That doesn't matter now," said Simony.The flat tones of his voice made Urn follow the eyes of the crowd.There was another iron turtle there-a proper model of a turtle, mounted on a sort of open gridwork of metal bars in which a couple of inquisitors were even