Michael Malone - Weebly

don't have enough authority. No matter what I said, I
couldn't seem to keep them in line. What's so funny?"
"My dear man, Attila couldn't keep those little Huns
in line the last week of school. Maybe if you'd simply
shot every tenth tenor, the rest would have paused to
consider. But, in the end, they outnumber us. Ah,
Jonathan, Rome always falls to the barbarian, and the
old to the young." Saar put his hand on the curate's, on
the pretext of removing his glass. "Now. I've done my
scrapes and curtsies here.
Why don't we leave?"
"All right. Where shall we go?"
Saar very much wanted to say, "You could come
home with me."
So he did, and watched the blue eyes hurry back to
the stars, pause there, then finally turn toward his.
"I'd like to," Jonathan replied, his heart awed at his
own bravery.
"But let me say good-bye to Joy first."
Saar laughed. "Good-bye to joy? My God, if you
think the prospect that gloomy, by all means let's stay
here instead and watch that man, who, out of motives