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A couple of days on now. Robert lays on a blanket down in the hold. He is a really, really pitiful sight, his body covered with pustules.
Solomon keeps clear of Robert, but sits with him. Between wheezing breathes, he says very weakly:
ROBERT
Solomon... Solomon...
SOLOMON
Yes?
ROBERT
I be right soon. I be right, then
we do as planned.
Solomon doesn't respond. He continues to maintain his vigil with Robert.