He had not had this much difficulty at other temples!Īt another bench, he saw a fellow neophyte. It was not as though his program was particularly complicated, and yet he could not convince the Two Great Guards to permit him entry to the temple. In a measured voice, the First Guard spoke to him: "mismatched types: expected &Target, found &::Target", then fell silent.Ĭol took his parchment and retreated back to a nearby bench, close to tears. Then, in a blinding motion, slapped Col across the face with his bare hand. The First Guard handed the parchment back to Col.
He was certain he had addressed all outstanding complaints. This step was but a formality yesterday, he had only failed to gain the assent of the Second Guard. The First Guard read through it carefully. He strode toward the first guard, confident, and handed the parchment bearing his program. Nevertheless, they were imposing, and feared. They stood before the large entrance of the temple, clad in simple robes. For the eighth day in a row, Neophyte Col found himself standing before the Two Great Guards of the temple.
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