Chapter twenty-two
Chapter twenty-two “You shouldn’t have to come here, Sebastian.” “I don’t take orders from you, Alan. Not even if you’re wearing your tunic.” Sebastian spoke with his usual arrogance, the one that many times in the past had irritated me. He didn’t take his eyes off me, even though he answered his cousin’s reprimand. Paul stood silently beside the door. “I want to talk to him. In private,” I said, stepping forward. The priest admonished me, but he didn’t go against my decision. “Come on, Paul. I have some liquor in the rectory. The Bible doesn’t say forbid a little liquor, from time to time.” They both left, chatting friendly. Sebastian and I were silent for a long time. We measured each other with our gazes, like opponents, before climbing on a ring or a battlefield. And maybe it was
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