and what happens to them will be reported. Now,
if you think I interfere with your authority, arrest me!"
51 The Warlock backed off. "All right," he stammered, "maybe the camp's
a little dirty, probably the prisoners could stand to be cleaned up.
Maybe
I have let things go a little bit. Let's neither of us, speak of
talking with The District Speaker again. Perhaps both of us are unduly
upset. I'm sure I can make things more to your satisfaction, and avoid
any unpleasantness with my superiors."
52 "That would be agreeable to me, also," answered Gray Goat.
53 So it was, in this camp, conditions improved. One time
several men were taken out of the camp in the night, but when those
that had them realized they were being followed, they turned around and
took them back. The following day The Warlock of The Camp sent the
guards involved away. Also, he thoroughly inspected all shipments of
food and much to the dismay of the ox drivers, returned any that wasn't
sound.
54 Whenever Gray Goat appeared near the camp, the prisoners shouted
"Saint! Saint!" and would not stop until he waved to them. He took a
tiny hut in one of the villages, and was sitting there one night, when
there came a rap at his door. He opened it, but found no one there. As
he went to shut the door, he noticed a package, a neatly wrapped
bundle. He bent down and picked it up.
55 Taking it inside, he found it full of documents, letters of sale,
notes, and even private letters, telling of much mischief. Apparently
many area merchants had been making much profit at the prisoners'
expense.
56 He had official copies made of all the documents, hid the originals,
and took the copies to The District Speaker. The District Speaker was
not pleased. Some of the information implicated friends and even