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."Remo took the sword, a two-handed weapon with jewel-encrusted hilt and aseven-foot blade, from its place of honor on one wall.He brought it to Chiun,offering it flat in his palms, blade turned inward."I do not wish to hold it," snapped Chiun."It is for you.Now, quickly,strike off my head," and the Master of Sinanju bowed his head, giving Remo aclean opening to the back of his wattled neck."No," said Remo, horrified."Do it!" commanded the Master of Sinanju."If you wish to spare me the pain ofexile, then spare me the shame of willfully violating my sacred duty.Andgrant the Master who has made you whole a clean death.""No!""Why do you hesitate, my son? With one stroke, you would cut yourself free ofyour obligations to me, and to my village."Remo dropped the sword.He was in tears."You could return to the land of your birth.with the maiden Mah-Li, ifthat is your wish.""I can't.I love you.""But not enough to grant me release from an odious responsibility," said theMaster of Sinanju, lifting his face to meet Remo's streaming eyes."I'm sorry, Little Father.""So be it," said Chiun, rising to his feet like a time-lapse film of asunflower growing."I go now to meet my future clients.I will expect you notto interfere.""What about the investment ceremony?" asked Remo."There is no time.I will dispense with it.Consider yourself the new reigningMaster of Sinanju.""I'm not sure I'm ready," Remo said weakly."And I am sure you are not," said the Master of Sinanju."But fate has decreedit otherwise.But you may take comfort in the story of the Master Tipi.I haveplaced the scroll describing his career under his new emperor beside mythrone.It was not so terrible.He, too, was in his end days."And Chiun went out of the house of his ancestors without a backward glance.Colonel Viktor Ditko waited in the square of the village of Sinanju,surrounded by a crack team of black-clad Special Military Purposes Unitsoldiers.Spetsnaz commandos.A cross between the American Green Berets andthe old Nazi Stormtroopers, they were the most vicious soldiers in the entireSoviet Army.And Colonel Ditko was prepared to unleash them.The word had come from the Kremlin.He was to personally take possession ofthe Master of Sinanju at sunset, and bring him instantly back to Russia.When Colonel Ditko saw the crowd of villagers scatter like frightened pigeons,he was surprised to see an elderly Korean being escorted into the square byanother.He recognized the younger of the two as the one in the original tapemade by Sammy Kee, but not the other, who wobbled as he walked.Then, with a shock, he realized it was the Master of Sinanju himself.Helooked older, shrunken and feeble in his funereal black robes."What is this?" demanded Ditko of the Master of Sinanju.And the Master of Sinanju replied in excellent if haughty Russian."This is the Master of Sinanju, Soviet dog.What are you?""I am Colonel Viktor Ditko.I have come to take you to my country.""You make it sound simple.""I understood there would be no resistance," said Ditko, a little nervously."And there will be none.But there must be a ceremony.Where is Smith?""Here," said Dr.Harold W.Smith, stepping out from behind a group of huts,where he had observed the Russian advance.He carried a very large scrollunder one arm, edged in gold and tied with a blue ribbon."Who is this?" asked Ditko.Page 73 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"My former employer," said the Master of Sinanju."With our contract.He mustsign it and you must sign it before I can enter into your service.""Very well," Colonel Ditko said impatiently."Give it to me."Chiun took the scroll, opened it to the very end, and held it stiffly in theair while Smith signed the bottom.And then the Master of Sinanju turned toColonel Ditko and offered the document for signing."Do you not wish to read it first?" asked Chiun politely."No," snapped Ditko."We have little time.""Such wisdom from a Russian," said the Master of Sinanju, a faint smiletugging at his parchment lips."It augurs well for my service in yourcountry."When the contract was properly signed, the Master of Sinanju made a show ofrolling up the document and with a little bow handed it to Colonel Ditko."It is done," said the Master of Sinanju."Your emperor, and you as hisrepresentative, are now responsible for all provisions and guaranteesdescribed in this contact.""Of course.""One provision is that my village is sanctified from harm and that my pupil,the new Master of Sinanju, be allowed to govern in peace.""If he does not wish to work for us, that is his right as an American," saidColonel Ditko stuffily."But it is understood he works for no other country.""For the duration of my services to you," agreed Chiun.Smith, who understood some Russian, was surprised at the ease with which thetransfer of employment took place.There was no haggling over price, none ofthe last-minute i-dotting and t-crossing that had characterized his dealingswith Chiun.But it was clear to Smith that Chiun was a shadow of his formerself.He looked so shaky that a stiff breeze might have toppled him."Take him to the car," ordered Colonel Ditko, who relished commanding theelite Spetsnaz team."I will join you at the airport.""I must say good-bye to my pupil, Remo," Chiun insisted."There is no time.The aircraft is waiting," said Colonel Ditko.Chiun bowed stiffly."I obey, because I am now in your service."Two Spetsnaz commandos started to take Chiun by his spindly arms, but he shookthem off."Unhand me," he snapped."I am old and frail, but I can still walk.Allow meto leave my village with dignity."Gathering up the hem of his robes, he strode up the road, 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."Remo took the sword, a two-handed weapon with jewel-encrusted hilt and aseven-foot blade, from its place of honor on one wall.He brought it to Chiun,offering it flat in his palms, blade turned inward."I do not wish to hold it," snapped Chiun."It is for you.Now, quickly,strike off my head," and the Master of Sinanju bowed his head, giving Remo aclean opening to the back of his wattled neck."No," said Remo, horrified."Do it!" commanded the Master of Sinanju."If you wish to spare me the pain ofexile, then spare me the shame of willfully violating my sacred duty.Andgrant the Master who has made you whole a clean death.""No!""Why do you hesitate, my son? With one stroke, you would cut yourself free ofyour obligations to me, and to my village."Remo dropped the sword.He was in tears."You could return to the land of your birth.with the maiden Mah-Li, ifthat is your wish.""I can't.I love you.""But not enough to grant me release from an odious responsibility," said theMaster of Sinanju, lifting his face to meet Remo's streaming eyes."I'm sorry, Little Father.""So be it," said Chiun, rising to his feet like a time-lapse film of asunflower growing."I go now to meet my future clients.I will expect you notto interfere.""What about the investment ceremony?" asked Remo."There is no time.I will dispense with it.Consider yourself the new reigningMaster of Sinanju.""I'm not sure I'm ready," Remo said weakly."And I am sure you are not," said the Master of Sinanju."But fate has decreedit otherwise.But you may take comfort in the story of the Master Tipi.I haveplaced the scroll describing his career under his new emperor beside mythrone.It was not so terrible.He, too, was in his end days."And Chiun went out of the house of his ancestors without a backward glance.Colonel Viktor Ditko waited in the square of the village of Sinanju,surrounded by a crack team of black-clad Special Military Purposes Unitsoldiers.Spetsnaz commandos.A cross between the American Green Berets andthe old Nazi Stormtroopers, they were the most vicious soldiers in the entireSoviet Army.And Colonel Ditko was prepared to unleash them.The word had come from the Kremlin.He was to personally take possession ofthe Master of Sinanju at sunset, and bring him instantly back to Russia.When Colonel Ditko saw the crowd of villagers scatter like frightened pigeons,he was surprised to see an elderly Korean being escorted into the square byanother.He recognized the younger of the two as the one in the original tapemade by Sammy Kee, but not the other, who wobbled as he walked.Then, with a shock, he realized it was the Master of Sinanju himself.Helooked older, shrunken and feeble in his funereal black robes."What is this?" demanded Ditko of the Master of Sinanju.And the Master of Sinanju replied in excellent if haughty Russian."This is the Master of Sinanju, Soviet dog.What are you?""I am Colonel Viktor Ditko.I have come to take you to my country.""You make it sound simple.""I understood there would be no resistance," said Ditko, a little nervously."And there will be none.But there must be a ceremony.Where is Smith?""Here," said Dr.Harold W.Smith, stepping out from behind a group of huts,where he had observed the Russian advance.He carried a very large scrollunder one arm, edged in gold and tied with a blue ribbon."Who is this?" asked Ditko.Page 73 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"My former employer," said the Master of Sinanju."With our contract.He mustsign it and you must sign it before I can enter into your service.""Very well," Colonel Ditko said impatiently."Give it to me."Chiun took the scroll, opened it to the very end, and held it stiffly in theair while Smith signed the bottom.And then the Master of Sinanju turned toColonel Ditko and offered the document for signing."Do you not wish to read it first?" asked Chiun politely."No," snapped Ditko."We have little time.""Such wisdom from a Russian," said the Master of Sinanju, a faint smiletugging at his parchment lips."It augurs well for my service in yourcountry."When the contract was properly signed, the Master of Sinanju made a show ofrolling up the document and with a little bow handed it to Colonel Ditko."It is done," said the Master of Sinanju."Your emperor, and you as hisrepresentative, are now responsible for all provisions and guaranteesdescribed in this contact.""Of course.""One provision is that my village is sanctified from harm and that my pupil,the new Master of Sinanju, be allowed to govern in peace.""If he does not wish to work for us, that is his right as an American," saidColonel Ditko stuffily."But it is understood he works for no other country.""For the duration of my services to you," agreed Chiun.Smith, who understood some Russian, was surprised at the ease with which thetransfer of employment took place.There was no haggling over price, none ofthe last-minute i-dotting and t-crossing that had characterized his dealingswith Chiun.But it was clear to Smith that Chiun was a shadow of his formerself.He looked so shaky that a stiff breeze might have toppled him."Take him to the car," ordered Colonel Ditko, who relished commanding theelite Spetsnaz team."I will join you at the airport.""I must say good-bye to my pupil, Remo," Chiun insisted."There is no time.The aircraft is waiting," said Colonel Ditko.Chiun bowed stiffly."I obey, because I am now in your service."Two Spetsnaz commandos started to take Chiun by his spindly arms, but he shookthem off."Unhand me," he snapped."I am old and frail, but I can still walk.Allow meto leave my village with dignity."Gathering up the hem of his robes, he strode up the road, 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