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seemed to live there now, and Omnia was even producing one or two of its own. And even priests were coming to spend some time in it, because of the collection of religious books. There were one thousand, two hundred and eighty-three religious books in there now, each one-according to itself-the only book any man need ever read. It was sort of nice to see them all together. As Didactylos used to say, you had to laugh.
Ix was while Brutha was eating his breakfast that the subdeacon whose job it was to read him his appointments for the day, and tactfully . Good lord. I forgot." He laughed. "I forgot. One hundred years, eh? But here and now, we-”
The subdeacon turned round.
"Cenobiarch?"
He stepped closer, the blood draining from his face.
"Lord?"
He turned and ran for help.make sure he wasn't wearing his underpants on the outside, shyly offered him congratulations."Mmm?" said Brutha, his gruel dripping off the spoon."One hundred years," said the subdeacon. "Since you walked in the desert, Sir.""Really? I thought it was, mm, fifty years? Can't be more than sixty years, boy.""Uh, one hundred years, lord. We had a look in the records.""Really. One hundred years? One hundred years' time?" Brutha laid down his spoon very carefully, and stared at the plain white wall opposite him. The subdeacon found himself turning to see what it was the Cenobiarch was looking at, but there was nothing, only the whiteness of the wall."One hundred years," mused Brutha. "Mmm