Стража! Стража!

           "Butyouhaven’ttolduswhatwe’resupposedtodo,SupremeGrandMaster,"whinedBrotherWatch-tower.

           TheGrandMasterhesitated.Thiswasquitetrue,buthewasn’tgoingtoadmitit.

           "Well,ofcourse,"hesaid."It’sobvious.Youhavetofocusyourconcentration.Thinkhardaboutdragons,"hetranslated."Allofyou."

           "That’sall,isit?"saidBrotherDoorkeeper.

           "Yes."

           "Don’twehavetochantamysticpruneorsomething?"

           TheSupremeGrandMasterstaredathim.BrotherDoorkeepermanagedtolookasdefiantinthefaceofoppressionasananonymousshadowinablackcowlcouldlook.Hehadn’tjoinedasecretsocietynottochantmysticrunes.He’dbeenlookingforwardtoit.

           "Youcanifyoulike,"saidtheSupremeGrandMaster."Now,Iwantyou-yes,whatisit,BrotherDunnykin?"

           ThelittleBrotherloweredhishand."Don’tknowanymysticprunes,GrandMaster.Nottowhatyoumightcallchant..."

           "Hum!"

           Heopenedthebook.

           He’dbeenrathersurprisedtofind,afterpagesandpagesofpiousramblings,thattheactualSummoningitselfwasoneshortsentence.