Letter to Overseer Franklin



Overseer Franklin, wasn't it?

When we speak next I hope you will tell me two things.

First, what do the Strictures tell you about being imprisoned in a cell you could easily escape, were your legs not shattered?

Secondly, how your kind knew the location of our base, and what exactly you hoped to accomplish there by marching a hopelessly outnumbered band of fools through chest-high water?

- Daud