"All right, let’s hear about it. Sit down, start talking, tell me alllll about it." He straightened his habit and blotted his mouth with a bit of linen. He was still dizzy, but the fist in his belly had come unclenched. He could not have cared less about the prior’s account of the test, but he tried his best to appear attentive. Got to keep him here until I’m awake enough to think. Can’t let him go for the medic-not yet, the news would get out: The old man is finished. Got to decide whether it’s a safe time to be finished or not.