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.For a moment Chiun stood alone in eternity, his breathing difficult, his chest aching."I'm not going to wait all day, Little Father," Remo's voice whispered in his ear.A sensation of warmth spread up from the pit of the Master of Sinanju's stomach.It radiated outward across his torso, seeking his heart.The pit of the Oriental soul met and joined forces with the Occidental seat of love.For an instant Chiun was a young man again-standing at the edge of his village with the voices of celebration behind him, his father's back vanishing into the mountains before him.But he no longer felt the same isolation.The same feeling of loss.The Master of Sinanju looked up at the heavens, put his feet together, and took a small hop.He disappeared into the inky blackness.Chapter 27Chiun's old, old eyes fluttered open.Remo stood beside his bed, two strange paddles in his hands.He hooked the paddles into two slots on the side of an upright wheeled cart."How are you feeling?" Remo asked.His voice was filled with concern, but his face beamed with joy.Chiun saw the ghostly image of the orange gyonshi mist thinning and spreading along the ceiling."The bad air is no more?" he said wonderingly.Smith lay on the bed across the room.He had turned so as to look at Remo and Chiun.His eyes were rimmed in black, his skin a paler gray than normal.Most would have smiled at Chiun in encouragement, but Smith managed only a formal bow of the head."Master of Sinanju," he croaked."Emperor Smith," Chiun said, returning Smith's gesture with a barely visible nod."I trust you are well.""I seem to have suffered a heart attack," Smith returned weakly."But I am on the mend, the doctor says, thanks to a timely electrical restimulation of the muscle.""You have the heart of a lion," Chiun said loud enough for all to hear."Let no one doubt this." Then, beckoning for Remo to come closer, he lifted his head slightly.Remo leaned over the bed, tipping his ear close to Chiun's mouth."Yes, Little Father?" he asked."Be a good boy, and see that I get a private room."Two weeks passed before Remo and Chiun were able to return to the Catskill Mountains.The press had long since departed, explaining away the deaths at Poulette Farms as an unusually severe political statement by some concerned but nutritionally unbalanced vegetarians, out to avenge the food-poisoning epidemic that the USDA had officially traced to Poulette Farms and only Poulette Farms.Henry Cackleberry Poulette had been officially blamed for the epidemic.His personal psychiatrist had held a press conference, explaining his late patient's pathological hatred of chickens.Page 91ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlWithin the hour, he was fielding multimillion dollar offers for transcripts of his private sessions with the Chicken King.Smith had had the gyonshi victims at Three-G carted away in secret.Remo didn't ask how.He didn't care.Smith had told him that so many bloodless, butchered bodies would be difficult to explain away.Let the world simply think the vengeful Vegans had closed up shop after visiting justice on Henry Poulette.Remo and Chiun climbed the mountain above Poulette Farms, and it was several minutes before they exchanged a word.They moved in harmonious unison, letting the warmth of the spring afternoon wash over them in cleansing waves.It was a gorgeous day.The sun shone brightly through the swaying branches and broad green leaves.Fragrant blossoms mingled their scents in the air."How did you know that the gyonshi virus could be purged by electricity?"Chiun finally asked."A cat told me," Remo said nonchalantly.Chiun nodded in satisfaction."Cats are very wise, my son," he said."Although sons are wiser at times." His eyes shone as they gazed upon his pupil.Remo offered a small bow of his head.They were silent yet again.That was all Chiun had needed, during his titanic struggle with the Leader, to tip the odds in his favor.The knowledge that Remo was there for him when he needed him most.He had manifested Remo into a physical presence in his mind, allowing him to defeat the forces that trapped him.Those forces being his own poisoned neural system."The gyonshi?" He had not asked about them during the two weeks of recuperation at Folcroft
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