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--
I
did
n't
mean
to
,
honour
bright
.
It
was
only
for
cod
.
I
'm
sorry
.
The
face
and
the
voice
went
away
.
Sorry
because
he
was
afraid
.
Afraid
that
it
was
some
disease
.
Canker
was
a
disease
of
plants
and
cancer
one
of
animals
:
or
another
different
.
That
was
a
long
time
ago
then
out
on
the
playgrounds
in
the
evening
light
,
creeping
from
point
to
point
on
the
fringe
of
his
line
,
a
heavy
bird
flying
low
through
the
grey
light
.
Leicester
Abbey
lit
up
.
Wolsey
died
there
.
The
abbots
buried
him
themselves
.
It
was
not
Wells
's
face
,
it
was
the
prefect
's
.
He
was
not
foxing
.
No
,
no
:
he
was
sick
really
.
He
was
not
foxing
.
And
he
felt
the
prefect
's
hand
on
his
forehead
;
and
he
felt
his
forehead
warm
and
damp
against
the
prefect
's
cold
damp
hand
.
That
was
the
way
a
rat
felt
,
slimy
and
damp
and
cold
.
Every
rat
had
two
eyes
to
look
out
of
.
Sleek
slimy
coats
,
little
little
feet
tucked
up
to
jump
,
black
slimy
eyes
to
look
out
of
.
They
could
understand
how
to
jump
.
But
the
minds
of
rats
could
not
understand
trigonometry
.
When
they
were
dead
they
lay
on
their
sides
.
Their
coats
dried
then
.
They
were
only
dead
things
.
The
prefect
was
there
again
and
it
was
his
voice
that
was
saying
that
he
was
to
get
up
,
that
Father
Minister
had
said
he
was
to
get
up
and
dress
and
go
to
the
infirmary
.
And
while
he
was
dressing
himself
as
quickly
as
he
could
the
prefect
said
:
--
We
must
pack
off
to
Brother
Michael
because
we
have
the
collywobbles
!
He
was
very
decent
to
say
that
.
That
was
all
to
make
him
laugh
.
But
he
could
not
laugh
because
his
cheeks
and
lips
were
all
shivery
:
and
then
the
prefect
had
to
laugh
by
himself
.
The
prefect
cried
:
--
Quick
march
!
Hayfoot
!
Strawfoot
!
They
went
together
down
the
staircase
and
along
the
corridor
and
past
the
bath
.
As
he
passed
the
door
he
remembered
with
a
vague
fear
the
warm
turf-coloured
bogwater
,
the
warm
moist
air
,
the
noise
of
plunges
,
the
smell
of
the
towels
,
like
medicine
.
Brother
Michael
was
standing
at
the
door
of
the
infirmary
and
from
the
door
of
the
dark
cabinet
on
his
right
came
a
smell
like
medicine
.
That
came
from
the
bottles
on
the
shelves
.
The
prefect
spoke
to
Brother
Michael
and
Brother
Michael
answered
and
called
the
prefect
sir
.
He
had
reddish
hair
mixed
with
grey
and
a
queer
look
.
It
was
queer
that
he
would
always
be
a
brother
.
It
was
queer
too
that
you
could
not
call
him
sir
because
he
was
a
brother
and
had
a
different
kind
of
look
.
