The eleven elephants remaining had started to screech louder, with the circus-master appearing more agitated than ever. The demon that had been holding him close had disappeared from sight - which would have been a good thing were it not for the fact that it had actually entered his body and had imbedded itself there.
“I know someone methinks will be most able to help us”, answered Francis …
“Hail Robin! I was in great hope that you would join us!” Francis called so loudly that he startled the company about him.
Three more monks had now reached the clearing, and the one to whom Francis addressed was the tallest of all of them - with a fine silver cross at the neck, and robes of mule brown, that although plain, were finely loomed; matching his embossed boots of soft leather. He strode towards Francis and gave him a huge embrace.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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