Pale arrived with great excitement and went to his knees and did mock worship moves with his arms. “Hail, The Great Leader. I’m a huge fan. The man is such a poet.” He stood to his feet and recited lovingly, “The power of worship that I receive from rampant and unfettered youth is as wonderful as an untamed beast.”
“As beautiful as an untamed beast,” corrected Sabienn. “That’s the official text.” Why am I quoting The Great Leader? He’s no more to me than a fop and a poncing prick. I can’t believe I worshipped him just like this i***t.
“Of course,” said Pale, slapping his forehead with the palm of his hand.
Sabienn looked around the room to see a group of young men sitting and standing, dressed similarly to Tyle, entertaining three young ladies. They chatted quietly listening to subdued
