Стража! Стража!

           "Thatwaswheretheytoldyouyouhadtowalkonricepaper,wasn’tit,"saidBrotherWatchtowerconversationally."Ialwaysthoughtthatwasagoodbit.I’vebeensavingitoffthebottomofmymacaroonseversince.Amazing,really.Icanwalkonitnotrouble.Showswhatbeinginapropersecretsocietydoesforyou,doesthat."

           Whenheisonthegriddle,theSupremeGrandMasterthought,BrotherPlastererwillnotbelonely.

           "Yourfootfallsontheroadofenlightenmentareanexampletousall,BrotherWatchtower,"hesaid."IfImaycontinue,however-amongthemanysecrets-"

           "-fromtheHeartofBeing-"saidBrotherWatch-towerapprovingly.

           "-fromtheHeart,asBrotherWatchtowersays,ofBeing,wasthecurrentlocationofthenobledragons.Thebeliefthattheydiedoutisquitewrong.Theysimplyfoundanewevolutionaryniche.Andtheycanbesummonedfromit.Thisbook-"heflourishedit-"givesspecificinstructions."

           "It’sjustinabook?"saidBrotherPlasterer.

           "Noordinarybook.Thisistheonlycopy.Ithastakenmeyearstotrackitdown,"saidtheSupremeGrandMaster."It’sinthehandwritingofTubaldeMalachite,agreatstudentofdragonlore.Hisactualhandwriting.Hesummoneddragonsofallsizes.Andsocanyou."

           Therewasanotherlong,awkwardsilence.

           "Um,"saidBrotherDoorkeeper.