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any case, hard to talk to Brother Nhumrod, who had a nervous habit of squinting at the speaker's lips and repeating the last few words they said practically as they said them. He also touched things all the time-walls, infinite wisdom sees fit, the God speaks to a chosen one and he becomes a great prophet," said Nhumrod. "Now, I am sure you wouldn't presume to consider yourself one of them? Mmm?"
"No, master."
"-master. But there are other voices," said Brother Nhumrod, and now his voice had a slight tremolofurniture, people-as if he was afraid the universe would disappear if he didn't keep hold of it. And he had so many nervous tics that they had to queue. Brother Nhumrod was perfectly normal for someone who had survived in the Citadel for fifty years."Well . . ." Brutha began.Brother Nhumrod held up a skinny hand. Brutha could see the pale blue veins in it."And I am sure you know that there are two kinds of voice that are heard by the spiritual," said the master of novices. One eyebrow began to twitch."Yes, master. Brother Murduck told us that," said Brutha, meekly."-told us that. Yes. Sometimes, as He in His