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"Can you be a little less flippant about all of this?" I groaned. "My stomach just did a one-eighty on me." |
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"Don't tell me you buy all of this hogwash?" Lucy chided. |
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"You'd have a little different perspective on all of this if you were here," I scolded. |
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"Well, there's more," Lucy continued. "Korbac is proud as a peacock. He tromps back up the hill to share the news with his friend Sate. This time, Sate's mood is a little different. Sate lays it on him that he, Korbac, will have to continue to fortify himself or he will die, and if he dies, he will have to submit to the ordeal of atonement." |
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"And the atonement is?" I felt like I was playing Lucy's straight man. |
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"Don't know, because the last we heard about Korbac, he was still tromping through the countryside doing his gastronomic thing, trying to avoid atonement." |
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"That's it? No big ending?" |
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"Not really. Your buddy Freeze says there are two theories about what eventually happened to Korbac. One is that he flew into a rage, killed Sate and fled with a handful of his troops into the mountains. The other theory has it that the locals, fearing for their lives, banded together and mounted a military campaign that chased the old boy into the swamps and caves of Polan." |
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