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The
Supreme
Grand
Master
spun
on
his
heel
.
"
And
do
they
keep
looking
apprehensively
at
the
woodwork
,
Brother
Plasterer
?
"
Brother
Plasterer
hung
his
head
.
He
hadn
’
t
realised
anyone
had
noticed
.
When
the
tension
was
twanging
satisfactorily
,
like
a
bowstring
,
the
Supreme
Grand
Master
stood
back
.
"
Why
do
I
bother
?
"
he
said
,
shaking
his
head
.
"
I
could
have
chosen
anyone
.
I
could
have
picked
the
best
.
But
I
’
ve
got
a
bunch
of
children
.
"
"
Er
,
honest
,
"
said
Brother
Watchtower
,
"
we
was
making
an
effort
,
I
mean
,
we
was
really
concentrating
.
Weren
’
t
we
,
lads
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
they
chorused
.
The
Supreme
Grand
Master
glared
at
them
.
"
There
’
s
no
room
in
this
Brotherhood
for
Brothers
who
are
not
behind
us
all
the
way
,
"
he
warned
.
With
almost
visible
relief
the
Brethren
,
like
panicked
sheep
who
see
that
a
hurdle
has
been
opened
in
the
fold
,
galloped
towards
the
opening
.
"
No
worries
about
that
,
your
supremity
,
"
said
Brother
Watchtower
fervently
.
