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"
Commitment
must
be
our
watchword
!
"
said
the
Supreme
Grand
Master
.
"
Watchword
.
Yeah
,
"
said
Brother
Watchtower
.
He
nudged
Brother
Plasterer
,
whose
eyes
had
strayed
to
the
skirting
board
again
.
"
Wha
?
Oh
.
Yeah
.
Watchword
.
Yeah
,
"
said
Brother
Plasterer
.
"
And
trust
and
fraternity
,
"
said
the
Supreme
Grand
Master
.
"
Yeah
.
And
them
,
too
,
"
said
Brother
Fingers
.
"
So
,
"
said
the
Supreme
Grand
Master
,
"
if
there
be
any
one
here
not
anxious
,
yea
,
eager
to
continue
in
this
great
work
,
let
him
step
forward
now
.
’
’
No
-
one
moved
.
They
’
re
hooked
.
Ye
gods
,
I
’
m
good
at
this
,
thought
the
Supreme
Grand
Master
.
I
can
play
on
their
horrible
little
minds
like
a
xylophone
.
It
’
s
amazing
,
the
sheer
power
of
mundanity
.
Who
’
d
have
thought
that
weakness
could
be
a
greater
force
than
strength
?
But
you
have
to
know
how
to
direct
it
.
And
I
do
.
"
Very
well
,
then
,
"
he
said
.
"
And
now
,
we
will
repeat
the
Oath
.
"
He
led
their
stumbling
,
terrified
voices
through
it
,
noting
with
approval
the
strangled
way
they
said
’
fig
-
gin
’
.
And
he
kept
one
eye
on
Brother
Fingers
,
too
.
