I scratched my head bleakly, still feeling sores all over me. I opened my mouth to speak but Master Six beat me to it. "What a sound sleep you had, boy," he said, "You've slept for one whole day." I scratched my head again sheepishly. "But... Why are you here, Master Six?" I asked. "You've caused quite a ruckus, boy," he said again, "Can you blame me for coming unannounced? More so, if you had indeed perished. All the years of my tough labor would have been for naught..." His voice trailed off as if he had suddenly realized he had spoken a little too much. But I was hardly perturbed nor annoyed; Father too usually spoke on such vague terms as if he was avoiding from revealing too much, a trait which I had grown too used to. The Sash of the Stretching Rainbow came to my mind suddenly and I scratched at my head again. "Urm... Master Six," I said meekly, "The Sash of the Stretching Rainbow... I'm afraid it's..." "I know," he said curtly, cutting me off, "The
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