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Novice Brutha?" said Vorbis.
Brutha nodded.
Vorbis gave a light laugh, the kind made by very intelligent people when they think of something that probably isn't very amusing.
"And, of course, one day we shall have to call you Brother Brutha," he said. "Or even Father Brutha? Rather confusing, I think. Best to be avoided. I think we shall have to see to it that you become Subdeacon Brutha just as soon as Brutha nodded. And then, feeling that perhaps this wasn't enough, presented it for inspection.
Vorbis laid a restraining hand on the fat man's arm.
"I think our young friend is a little overawed," he said mildly.
He smiled.possible; what do you think of that?"Brutha did not think anything of it. He was vaguely aware that advancement was being discussed, but his mind had gone blank."Anyway, enough of this," said Vorbis, with the slight exasperation of someone who realizes that he is going to have to do a lot of work in this conversation. "Do you recognize these learned fathers on my left and right?"Brutha shook his head."Good. They have some questions to ask you."Brutha nodded.The very fat man leaned forward."Do you have a tongue, boy?"