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The Duke of Argyll is called MacCallum More or the son of Colin the Great. Sometimes however it is derived from armorial distinctions or the memory of some great feat; thus Lord Seaforth as chief of the Mackenzies or Clan-Kennet. nexium Then I looked into the creature's face frozen staring at the spot where a moment ago I had been standing. And I recognized the monster and everything changed. The face was mine. Lanik Mueller's head topped the bizarre assortment of limbs and protuberances. Despite the ears and eyes and noses growing out of place I recognized myself. It was I who stood beside the throne; not the Lanik Mueller who was cured in Schwartz but Lanik Mueller the radical regenerative the monster the child. It was my double who was born in the forest of Ku Kuei. Impossible! my mind cried out. This creature didn't exist until after Dinte had lived with us for years. This creature could not possibly have been Dinte. At first I tried to tell myself that he was obviously a secondary illusion; that this Anderson had found a way to fool me in quicktime too. But that was nonsense-- if an Anderson could have fooled me another would have done it long before. So I walked in quicktime to the throne sat down and slipped back into realtime. The effect was one I had rarely ben able to show off before: suddenly I disappeared in one place and appeared in another. The murmur of the crowd was frantic. But Dinte (now with the normal number of arms and legs as I had always known the little bastard) did not seem surprised. "Dinte " I said. "All these people are startled to see me sitting here but you and I know that Lanik Mueller has been sitting on this throne for years. " He looked at me a moment then nodded slightly. "And so Dinte I will meet you privately in the room where I kept my snail collection when I was five. " I pushed back into quicktime and left the throne room. I had kept my snail collection in a long-unused attic in one of the older parts of the palace a place never locked but because it was accessible only by ladder and winding corridors rarely visited. I headed there in quicktime then slowed down nearly to the flow of realtime and waited. I kept just enough edge of speed that if Lanik/Dinte had ideas of treachery I could react faster than he could attack. If he was a fraud if he was not truly me he would not know what room I meant. I waited for fifteen minutes. Then he came along the dusty attic walkway and sat before me on the floor. It was hard for him to walk with his awkward arms and legs and. dw64555s3s32g4hzzx5c5e6et5