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This is a preview of: Phoebus Krumm

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Four Panels

PANEL ONE (upper lefthand quarter of page)

Three-shot. Holder continues to read, as Krumm looks to
Demondion-Echeverria.

Holder (reading): 'It is my humble wish to be permitted to crave --
oh, Ceo's boobies, sir, he wants permission to come aboard.'

Krumm: 'Your son, Frantisek?'

Demondion-Echeverria: 'My son, Phoebus.'

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PANEL TWO (upper righthand quarter of page)

Two-shot, Krumm and Demondion-Echeverria, close up.

Krumm: '_Laploma D'Wherra_ -- the Dove of War?'

Demondion-Echeverria: '_The War Dove_, rendered in some ancient
tongue.'

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PANEL THREE (lower lefthand quarter of page)

Two-shot, very tight closeup of Krumm and Demondion-Echeverria,
nose-to-nose, with a highly suspicious Krumm leaning down a little.

Krumm: 'Is this some treachery, Frantisek?'

Demondion-Echeverria: 'Serendipity -- though I admit I'd hoped for it.
He is a border ranger of the Empery-Cirot.'

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PANEL FOUR (lower right quarter of page)

Back off so that all three men can be seen again. Krumm is doing a
double-take at Holder. In one hand, Krumm holds up the message-bearing
quarrel.

Krumm: 'Is it polite to swear by your ruler's mammaries, Mr. Holder?'

Holder 'We used to swear by her father's testicles, sir.'

Krumm: 'So we did. Ask Mr. Valentine to signal in the affirmative.
This quarrel means Bretta's over there and can tell them what it
means.'