Editing Chasa; a Remembrance and an Introduction
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“Ah....sahib...I...I meant no insult, please, accept my humble apologies to your august self. I did not realize... How may I serve you this turning?” | “Ah....sahib...I...I meant no insult, please, accept my humble apologies to your august self. I did not realize... How may I serve you this turning?” | ||
− | It occurred to me that my threat was as hollow as a flute since I had | + | It occurred to me that my threat was as hollow as a flute since I had know idea what the Duke of Cardiff looked like despite my new recognition in his household. But this slave master had no idea if his own life was ending. Such a turn was common in Chaos. |
Looking at the musician I saw the years of torment in his crumpled form. The Spanish jazz had been haunted and that was a sound I knew well. | Looking at the musician I saw the years of torment in his crumpled form. The Spanish jazz had been haunted and that was a sound I knew well. |