He removed his staff from its sling and laid it gingerly across the bed. The accommodations the Consortium afforded him were poor at best. A single bed, mounted against the wall opposite the front door, had a mattress but it was so thin it was about as comfortable as sleeping on the floor. A table and two chairs adorned the center of the room. He slid into one of them, wincing while he did. The chair was less comfortable than the bed. The Consortium held little love for him so he supposed he should consider himself lucky he wasn"t sleeping in the engine room.
The time alone allowed him to reflect on the past. When Kedge rose to power and took over as head of the Lumagom they were dazed, scattered and leaderless. After years of exterminating life in the name of false religion, Ales Banda—t
