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Chapter 35: Catechesis of the Tractors, Part 15
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“Helena, hold short. Defensive positions. Let's see if anyone defuses the situation,” said Larkin. Helena dutifully nodded.
Mary, who had been in the crowd, sensed the growing throng getting madder.
A punch was thrown. Then another then another, soon part of the village was fighting another part. Few were left neutral.
“Stop this at once!” Alister cried. But his cry was to no avail. The villagers continued their fighting.
“If you do not disperse immediately, we shall use force!” Godric announced. But that did not calm the crowd.
Larkin began to weigh his options. What could he do? While he wanted Helena to use the Goa’uld weapons platform to Zat everyone, he knew Helena's health would be in jeopardy. Plus, he would have to get Simon's permission. He thought about tear gas cartridges, but then everyone would have to Zatted.
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Nice 1 😃
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Helena was thinking the same thing. Should she offer to operate the Weapons Platform? But she became worried about her health, especially since Tyra had yet to diagnose her, and possibly treat her. For now, her fingers stayed close to her Zat.
Mary bravely stepped forward and began to sing:
When night was deep and hope was low,/
And none could flee the demon’s hold,/
We prayed beneath the moonless sky,/
And wept where once the brave did die.
No one seemed to pay attention to her, so Sister Helena began to sing along with her.
But from the Gate of light they came—/
Four strangers, bearing fire and flame./
They crossed the stars, they knew no fear,/
And brought the daybreak ever near.
Edward joined in.
Oh sing the song and keep the flame—/
The stars came down and broke the name./
Their memory we guard with breath:/
The friends who walked the Gate of death.
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