"How couldst a fire help us reorganize?" Little William
asked the County Deacon, at the Feast of St. Spadersburg.
"Our Father of Infinite Opportunity & Justice For All
hath made it so. Now go along and sow some oats!"
said Deacon John Jacob Justice, virtuous friar.
Preparation for the conflagration continued. Zachary
put on his trousers and lit his stove; mother was not
yet up and he wanted to impress her with his heft
and forbearance. He lit some pipe tobacco while he
was at it. He thought of the blaze to be, and smiled.
Across the marsh, Marcia was just waking up, and
threw a few hooves into the pot. The glue wasn't going
to make itself, after all. Glue was part of it, too. Glue.
But how many lashings doth a big fire entail! Dove,
and her tag-a-long Zoe had been doing commercials
in the Capitol for weeks, but now come back to Fred-
ricksburg for the big event. They had been lashing
together lengths of yew for days, and Corvus had
helped them pile the fescues in the plaza center.
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