Mal chuckled at the atonal cacophany coming from the young Pope.
He remembered his own first time in a sweat lodge. The experience tends to make one a limp dishrag. A squeeky clean dishrag, to be sure; but one so relaxed and limp that it won't be standing up to any dishes for awhile.
He really should have told Peter that he was primarily interested in the title of Hagbard's broadside, and not the minute details..
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