Thinking back, you say: ‘No, Brother Archmalkwith, I did not have sugar in my tea.‘
Brother Archmalkwith is silent for a few seconds, before saying : ‘Oh yes, I remember you now. You seemed like an eager and keen student of the grammatical arts. I KNEW there was a reason that I picked you as my apprentice. Most of your fellow acolytes cannot even string a single sentence together properly. As you know, that is something up with which I will not put!‘
You bow graciously and thank him again in the glorious name of Zuccax, being extra careful to use the correct phrasing.
Brother Archmalkwith smiles to himself and says: ‘May your initiation go well, apprentice. May your mind be sharp and may your hand be merciful.‘
Another elderly Brother dodders over to him and whispers something in his ear. Brother Archmalkwith clears his throat and says: ‘Of course, I meant to say, may your mind be obedient and may your hand be merciless. I hope that you can forgive the idealistic ramblings of an old man.‘
He dodders back into the darkness as you thank him again. Well, it’s almost initiation time…
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