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Your rating has been recorded. Write a review Rate this item: Preview this item Preview this item. The left hand of God Author: Paul Hoffman Publisher: New York: English View all editions and formats Summary: But, lost in them as he was, his talent for keeping one ear alive to whatever was going on around him saved him, as it had so many times in the past.

He moved away from the window and walked on down the corridor. One of the Redeemers, hugely fat with folds of skin hanging over the edge of his collar, was standing in one of the doorways off the passage, steam and odd sounds emerging from the room behind him. Cale looked at him, his expression unchanged. Speak up!

Cale repeated himself, this time shouting loudly. What were you doing? He turned back to Cale. Hear me? As he did so, Cale spoke softly but quite distinctly, so that anyone not hard of hearing would have picked it up.

It took nearly fifteen minutes, running most of the way, before he came to the drum located at the end of its own short passageway. It was called the drum because that was what it looked like, as long as you disregarded the fact that it was six feet tall and embedded in a brick wall. On the other side of the drum was a place sealed off from the rest of the Sanctuary where, it was rumored, there lived twelve nuns who cooked for the Redeemers only and washed their clothes.

Cale did not know what a nun was and had never seen one, although from time to time he did talk to one of them through the drum. He did not know what made nuns different from other women, who were spoken of rarely and only then with distaste.

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There were two exceptions: The Redeemers had not explained what ecstasy was, and no one was foolish enough to ask. Cale gave the drum a spin, and then it turned on its axis, revealing a large opening. He dumped the blue sack inside and gave it another spin, then he banged on the side, causing it to emit a loud boom.

He waited for thirty seconds, and then a muffled voice spoke from the other side of the drum wall: It was empty except for the Lord himself, who did not look up or give any sign that he had seen Cale. He continued to write in his ledger for another five minutes before speaking, still without looking up. His eyes were a pale, almost watery blue, but sharp.

They did not miss much. Or anything.

He wasn't expecting them today. I'd say his nose was out of joint. Cale knew that he despised the Lord of Vittles, and hence he felt it less dangerous to speak in such a way of a Redeemer.

But if we must plod-the scrawny blond-haired one. What do you call him?

You have a moniker for him. I then asked him how many there were and he said fifteen or so, but it might have been more.

What do you think of that? How very gratifying you should think so. What time did they arrive? None older than nine. I've set a puzzle for you. Ten minutes. It was easy to recognize some of the things drawn there-hills, rivers, woods-but on the remainder there were numerous small blocks of wood on which were written numbers and hieroglyphs, some of the blocks in order, some apparently chaotic. Cale stared at the map for his allotted time and then looked up.

Cale began to set out his solution. Twenty minutes later he finished, his hands still held out in front of him.

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Impressive, even," said the Lord Militant. Something in Cale's eyes changed. Then with extraordinary speed the Lord Militant lashed the boy's left hand with a leather belt studded with tiny but thick tacks.

Cale winced and his teeth ground together in pain. But quickly his face returned to the watchful coldness that was these days all that the Redeemer ever saw from him. The Lord Militant sat down and considered the boy as if he were an object both interesting and yet unsatisfactory. This solution may work, but it's unreasonably risky. You know very well the tried solution to this problem. In war a dull success is always better than a brilliant one.

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You had better learn to understand why. Blood, not a great amount, dripped from the four holes in Cale's still-outstretched left hand.

The Lord of Discipline has his eye on you. Every few years he likes to set an example. Do you want to end up as an Act of Faith? Cale opened the door with his good hand and left. Alone in his cell the Lord Militant watched the door close. As it clicked shut, his expression changed from that of barely constrained rage to one of thoughtful curiosity. Outside in the corridor Cale stood for a moment in the horrible brown light that infected everywhere in the Sanctuary and examined his left hand.

The wounds were not deep, because the studs in the belt had been designed to cause intense pain without taking long to heal. He made a fist and squeezed, his head shaking as if a small tremor were taking place deep inside his skull as the blood from his hand dripped heavily onto the floor. Then he relaxed his hand, and in the grim light a look of horrible despair crept over his face.

In a moment it was gone, and Cale walked on down the corridor and out of sight. None of the boys in the Sanctuary knew how many of them there were.

Some claimed there were as many as ten thousand and growing more with every month. It was the increase that occupied the conversations most. Even among those nearing twenty years old there was agreement that, until the last five years, the number, whatever it was, had remained steady.

But since then there had been a rise.The Sanctuary itself is visible for miles when there is no filthy smog obscuring it, which is rare, and is made of flint, concrete and rice flour. Nevertheless, despite his current preoccupation with hating, Cale could not help but be puzzled by the great change in Bosco's attitude towards him. And who was the impassioned love-letter in the pocket for? The light thickens and the swan makes wing through the rooky wood, the cawing crows complaining bitterly at the unfairness of her beauty as she lands upon the water like the stroke of a painter's hand upon a canvas, direct and beautifully itself.

Cale gave the drum a spin, and then it turned on its axis, revealing a large opening. English View all editions and formats. Your support of the author's rights is appreciated.