It did not matter that he wore the cloth; something was wrong with him. It was an excuse, dredged up on the spur of the moment to cover a slip. He dodged the boot this time, and smashed his left upon the Wastrel's lips, leaving them bloody pulp. Out of the beaten track, far from the trails of men! He relaxed.
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