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Table of Contents
Vade Mecum I
Vade Mecum II
Vade Mecum III
Vade Mecum IV
Vade Mecum V
Vade Mecum VI
Vade Mecum VII
Vade Mecum VIII
Vade Mecum IX
Vade Mecum X
Meleant`e I
Meleant`e II
Meleant`e III
Meleant`e IV
Meleant`e V
Meleant`e VI
Meleant`e VII
Meleant`e VIII
Meleant`e IX
Vade Mecum     (Come With Me)
 "Do you have a place for the night?" I did not answer but busied myself with the task of unlashing the straps that held fast my sword. "Would you like some dinner?" he asked. Again, I paid no mind. Ah, at last, my sword was made free. I was laughing now. So quietly inside I laughed. For they said it couldn't be done. Take the heart of a priest? Never! they said. But what did they know. They were just superstitious desert barbarians who hadn't the brains or the nerve for it. But this I knew, if I could claim just one heart, I, a wretched battle tired warrior, could live forever! That I was sure they weren't wrong about! "Sir!" he beckoned. My eyes bolted from thought to meet his halfway from where I stood, still not more than three paces from him. "Would you care for some supper?" he reported. "Supper"? I echoed. "Why yes" he replied. "We will feast on young turkey and stone baked potatoes amidst a great blanket of gravy. And wine. The finest of my stock!"