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Chapter 5
Allenwasinmybedroomwaitingforme."CanIlookatyourKnightTemplarsword?"
"Sure.It’sinthecornerofthecloset."
Heknewperfectlywellwhereitwas.WhileIskinnedoffmyclothes,hegotitoutoftheleathercaseandunsheatheditandheldtheshinyplatedbladeupinthelightandlookedathisnoblepostureinthemirror.
"How’stheessaygoing?"
"Huh?"
"Don’tyoumean,‘Ibegyourpardon,sir’?"
"Yes,sir."
"Isaid,how’stheessay?"
"Oh!Fine."
"Yougoingtodoit?"
"Sure."
"Sure?"
"Sure,sir."
"Youcanlookatthehat,too.Inthatbigleathercaseontheshelf.Feather’skindofyellowy."
Igotinthebigoldwide-bottomedtubwiththelion’sfeet.Theymadethembigenoughtoluxuriateininthosedays.IscrubbedMarulloandthewholedayoffmyskinwithabrushandIshavedinthetubwithoutlooking,feelingforthewhiskerswithmyfingertips.Everyonewouldagreethat’sprettyRomananddecadent.WhileIcombedmyhair,Ilookedinthemirror.Ihadn’tseenmyfaceinalongtime.It’squitepossibletoshaveeverydayandneverreallytoseeyourface,particularlyifyoudon’tcaremuchforit.Beautyisonlyskindeep,andalsobeautymustcomefrominside.ItbetterbethesecondifIwastogetanywhere.Itisn’tthatIhaveanuglyface.Tome,itjustisn’tinteresting.Imadeafewexpressionsandgaveitup.Theyweren’tnobleormenacingorproudorfunny.Itwasjustthesamedamnfacemakingfaces.
