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Thank you, lord. I thought I might go down to the forest and watch a few falling trees."
"Good practice. Good practice. Mind always on the job, eh?"
As Lu-Tze left, the abbot glanced up at his opponent.
"Good man, age, but this at least was not unusual in the Church. As he said, you had to keep busy, every day.
He rose at dawn, and wandered over to the window. He liked to watch the sunrise.
They hadn't got around to replacing the Temple doors. Apart from anything else, even Urn hadn't been able to think of a way of removing the weirdly contorted heap of molten metal. So they'd just built steps over them. And after a year or two people had quite accepted it, and said it was probably a symbol. Not of anything, exactly, but still a symbol. Definitely symbolic.
But the sun did shine off the copper dome of the Library. Brutha made a mental note to enquire about the progress of the new wing. There were too many complaints about overcrowding these days.
People came from everywhere to visit the Library. It was the biggest non-magical library in the worldthat," he said. "Your move."The opponent looked long and hard at the board.The abbot waited to see what long-term, devious strategies were being evolved. Then his opponent tapped a piece with a bony finger.REMIND ME AGAIN, he said. HOW THE LITTLE HORSESHAPED ONES MOVE.Eventually Brutha died, in unusual circumstances.He had reached a great