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A mad thing, a sad thing, that a boy, a child really, of a mere ten or eleven years can be made into a threat to a man full grown. Pure and simple insanity, and yet the basic truth. And Ioann had hardly any idea of it at all. None really, with that idiotic idealism of his homeland, carefully cultivated by and continued within the rest of the family. What a pity. Aleksandr does so hope that he won’t have to kill his young cousin. That would be such a waste of potential, a blow to Breliven indeed. But it simply will not do to have him here. No, not at all, not one bit. Ioann must go, and quickly. The only question, in the astringent last part, is going to be a question of how?