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This
is
,
mm
,
very
irregular
.
Very
well
,
we
shall
go
straight
to
the
,
mm
,
Recitation
of
the
Lineage
.
’
Murmur
,
murmur
.
The
High
Priest
scowled
at
Cutwell
,
or
at
least
where
he
believed
Cutwell
to
be
.
’
Oh
,
all
right
.
Mm
,
prepare
the
incense
and
fragrances
for
the
Shriving
of
the
Fourfold
-
Path
.
’
Murmur
,
murmur
.
The
High
Priest
’
s
face
darkened
.
’
I
suppose
,
mm
,
a
short
prayer
,
mm
,
is
totally
out
of
the
question
?
’
he
said
acidly
.
’
If
some
people
don
’
t
get
a
move
on
,
’
said
Keli
demurely
,
’
there
is
going
to
be
trouble
.
’
Murmur
.
’
I
don
’
t
know
,
I
’
m
sure
,
’
said
the
High
Priest
.
’
People
might
as
well
not
bother
with
a
religious
,
mm
,
ceremony
at
all
.
Fetch
the
bloody
elephant
,
then
.
’
