Lost Lamb: Chapter 4
by Tami B.
Disclaimer: The following work has been written solely for the enjoyment of fans and not for monetary profit. The rights to the characters initially created for the Daniel Boone series belong to 20th Century Fox and Fess Parker. All other characters are of the author's own creation. No copyright violation is intended.
Marian and Tobias stepped onto the porch to see Israel running. Her heart actually skipped a beat. She realized he hadn’t been able to resist the temptation to flee. He had warned her he would have his freedom. Still, she feared the law would find him and his freedom would be stripped away from him for years to come.
Tobias prepared to shout for Israel. As he drew in a breath, Marian laid a hand on his shoulder. “Let him go, Tobias,” she said.
“But he’s running away,” Tobias protested.
“Then he runs away,” Marian said, “and will have to face the consequences that come with it.”
“Are you prepared to face Arthur’s wrath when he learns of this?” Tobias asked.
“Yes,” Marian replied truthfully. “I knew he might run when I released him from his shackles.”
“Yet, you did it anyway. Why?” Tobias asked.
She thought a moment as she looked towards the place where Israel had run out of their sight. “Tobias, he has an unquenchable thirst to be free. Even when he didn’t speak it, I saw it in his eyes. God gave him that spirit. Who was I to keep his freedom from him when it had been granted to him by the Most High? And like he said to me, he was going to be free his way or mine. His way won out. I pray God blesses him.”
“Have you thought that he has played you for a fool?” Tobias posed. “He bided his time until he saw the opportunity to run away.”
“He proved to me he is Israel Boone, son of Daniel and Rebecca Boone, and was unjustly made a bondservant,” Marian said. “You must know in your heart of hearts that he was telling the truth all along. Why do you continue to deny it?”
“I’m not certain of his claim and I don’t understand how you can be,” Tobias answered.
“Let me explain it to you,” Marian said and proceeded to do just that.
Meanwhile, Israel continued to run as fast as his legs would carry him; as if there was a band of Shawnee right on his heels. Then his conscience came alive and he came to a sudden halt. Breathing hard, Israel ran a sleeve across his forehead. He looked to the road and then back in the direction of the unseen Golden cabin. He noted he wasn’t being followed. Run, he told himself. Get away. Get far away. His feet didn’t move. He’d made a promise to Marian that he wouldn’t escape and he was in the process of breaking that promise. Wasn’t it the right thing to do? Wasn’t he bound unlawfully? Surely, he was entitled to go back on his word. His freedom was at stake; that should account for this breech of trust. No matter how Israel tried to rationalize breaking faith with Marian, he couldn’t convince himself to do it. She had placed her confidence in him and he was intentionally violating it.
With his head lowered, Israel slowly walked back to the Golden cabin. He thought he must have lost his mind. To give up his freedom just to keep a promise to a woman he had known only a few weeks and would most likely never see again once his freedom was won, bordered on sheer madness. His parents’ teaching had left an indelible and definable mark. Adhering to a moral code had to be preferable to the convenience of the moment.
As Marian continued to press her point, concerning the truthfulness of Israel’s claim, she saw the young man returning. Marian’s heart leapt for joy, but was filled with sorrow at the same time. By coming back, he was accepting continued imprisonment, but he had remained truthful and honest with her.
“You see, Tobias. He is Israel Boone. He is no liar. Only someone of good character would return when he could have made good his escape,” Marian said.
“Why didn’t he?” Tobias asked. “No one could have stopped him. He’d have the freedom he’s been saying he wants.”
“He couldn’t break his word,” Marian said simply.
“If he would keep his promise in this…you’re right, Marian...he must be telling the truth about his name, and being the son of Daniel Boone,” Tobias concluded, but he was still bothered with some doubt.
“He has proved it to me. Has he done so for you?” Marian stated.
Brother and sister watched as Israel approached them. They could tell he wasn’t happy. When he began to pass them, he glanced in their direction and Marian saw the intense sadness in his otherwise bright blue eyes. After that he kept his eyes downcast.
“Israel,” Tobias called him. This was the first time the reverend had used that name with him.
The young man stopped and looked back over his shoulder.
“Why didn’t you flee?” Tobias asked. He had to know the answer to that question although all the evidence pointed to the truthfulness of the boy’s claim.
“I made a promise to Mrs. Bradley. I have to remain true to my word…as stupid as that is,” Israel answered as he turned towards the woodpile and started to build an even bigger one. That was the way he had decided he would relieve his frustration and anger. Picking up the ax, Israel plunged it into the log repeatedly, making useful firewood out of it. He had moved far enough away that he couldn’t hear the conversation on the porch.
As he observed Israel, Tobias decided on a course of action. “Marian, I think I believe that Israel is who he claims to be, but in case I’ve been deceived, I will go to Philadelphia alone rather than take the boy with me. Then I shall find his parents, and speak to them personally. If he is telling the truth, the wrong that has been done to him must be made right.”
“I agree, Tobias,” Marian said. “How soon will you leave?”
“Tomorrow morning,” Tobias answered. “I don’t think it wise to tell him.”
“Why not? It would give him hope,” Marian pointed out.
“If he knew, he might let on to Arthur,” Tobias explained. “Your husband will learn of this when I return with Daniel and Rebecca Boone. He is already an angry man, and knowing he may lose his bondservant, may cause Arthur to act in unimaginable ways. For now, only you and I must know about this. I won't even tell Dorothy.”
“All right, Tobias. I’ll look in on your wife while you’re away,” Marian agreed. “What if his parents have left Philadelphia?”
“Someone will know where they went and I will follow them for as long as I am able,” Tobias promised.
The cabin door then flew open and Hiram Golden ran out. He grabbed Marian by the arm and pulled her inside. “Hurry, Mrs. Bradley, Polly needs you,” he said in a panic.
Tobias joined Israel, imparting words of encouragement to the young man. Israel was grateful for them. It was a far cry from the sort of treatment he had received from Arthur, and it was a welcome change. Still, he wondered why he clung so fiercely to an ideal that deprived him of his liberty. There wasn’t an answer for that, he supposed. He would just have to rely on Marian to free him until he could find a way to break his word. That thought brought him shame. He was a Boone and contemplating such a thing was practically reprehensible, but so was his captivity. At the moment, he had placed keeping his word above what he desired most - his freedom. It was a bizarre situation and one from which Israel hoped he would emerge soon.
Rebecca sat beside Daniel wrapped in thoughts about Israel. She held her husband’s strong hand. At times she would become teary-eyed, but forced herself to brush the tears aside. Daniel had remained calm through the entire ordeal. She wondered how he could do so. She knew he was as worried about their son as she was. But, then, he had always been that way. He was, after all, Daniel Boone. She drew strength from this mighty oak tree of a husband. Abruptly, her attention was drawn back to what was going on in the parlor of the Kraft home.
“...And he spake this parable unto them saying, ‘What man of you, having a hundred sheep, if he lose one of them, doth not leave the ninety and nine in the wilderness, and go after that which is lost, until he find it? And when he hath found it, he layeth it on his shoulders, rejoicing. And when he cometh home, he calleth together his friends and neighbors, saying unto them, Rejoice with me; for I have found my sheep which was lost. I say unto you, that likewise joy shall be in heaven over one sinner that repenteth, more than the ninety-nine just persons, which need no repentance.’” Elmer had been reading the Bible aloud to his parents and the Boones. He paused and looked at his parents in astonishment. Was God actually revealing to them that they would find Israel? The passage Elmer had chosen to read had been at random. He had begun in Luke fourteen and had been continuing on to chapter fifteen before this parable stopped him cold. The moment hadn’t been lost on his parents or the Boones either. They were all now staring at the Good Book Elmer held in his hands.
It was midmorning and the families had been trying to decide on a course to pursue. Israel had been missing three weeks and there had been no word concerning his whereabouts. Edna had suggested reading the Scriptures to help to guide and comfort them. Elmer had been chosen to do the reading and had readily accepted. He had wanted to do anything he could to help find his friend.
“Our son...the lost lamb...who is found,” Rebecca whispered. “Dan, do you think this Scripture could pertain to Israel?”
“It must, Becky, it must,” Daniel confirmed.
“Yes, it has to,” Edna agreed.
“Criminetly,” Elmer muttered, using the word he had heard Israel utter.
A knock at the door brought Howard to his feet. He moved swiftly to answer it still caught in wonderment.
“But how and who will find him?” Rebecca asked.
“A shepherd will find him!” Elmer exclaimed, proud of his deductive reasoning.
“Precisely!” Edna patted Elmer’s back in a congratulatory manner.
Howard had reached the door. He began to swing it open, expecting to find Israel’s shepherd standing there. He chuckled at his own nonsense as he found a minister waiting on the doorstep.
“Good morning, sir,” the minister said politely doffing his tricorn. “I am Reverend Tobias Tucker from Berryville. Do I have the pleasure of addressing Howard Kraft?”
“I am he,” Howard replied.
“The constable directed me here. I bear news of one called Israel Boone,” the reverend informed him. When Tobias had arrived in Philadelphia, he had gone directly to the constable and learned that there was a teenager by the name of Israel Boone, who had been reported as missing, and that his parents were indeed staying at the home of Howard Kraft. Tobias was still doubtful. The young man could have overheard that somehow.
Howard stared at the reverend with open-mouthed astonishment. The shepherd indeed had arrived.
“Is something the matter, Mr. Kraft?” Tobias asked, wondering why his presence might cause such a response. He looked himself over in case his time on the trail had rendered him unsuitable for the present company and was causing the offense. He had rid himself of most of the dust and thought he was presentable.
“Not now. Come in, sir! Come in!” Howard said excitedly while grabbing Tobias’ arm and leading him to the parlor. “Everyone! This is Reverend Tobias Tucker from Berryville. He knows something about Israel. Maybe he’s our shepherd.”
Tobias was confused by the ‘shepherd’ reference. Perhaps, it had something to do with him being a parson. Still, he decided not to mention it, thinking it was probably not important anyway.
Rebecca came instantly out of her chair to stand before Tobias. “Do you know where our son is, Reverend Tucker?”
“I may, ma’am”, the reverend explained. “I know of a boy who calls himself Israel Boone. His actual identity is in doubt, however. I am uncertain that he is your son. He may just be a fanciful liar. That’s why I’m here. For my own sanity, I need to know who this boy is. Can you describe your son to me?”
“He stands about this high.” Rebecca brought her hand to the same level as the top of her redhead. “He has blue eyes, blond hair, and freckles. He’s wearing buckskin pants, a green shirt, and moccasin boots.”
“That fits him perfectly,” Tobias told them. “His description of all of you is exact as well. You are Daniel Boone.” Tobias pointed to Daniel who was standing behind Rebecca. Then he proceeded to call everyone by name including Edna. “I just have one more request. Can you tell me the story of the growing medicine? If you know the answer to this question, then I’ll know with certainty that the boy I know is your son.”
Daniel and Rebecca smiled. They knew exactly what the reverend was wanting to know. “Israel and a couple of friends wanted to hurry their growth,” Rebecca explained, “so with the help of a Cherokee medicine man they made a concoction they called ‘growing medicine’. They spread that mix on themselves believing they’d grow several inches by the next morning. The trouble was Israel came home stinking worse than a skunk. I thought it was something in the cabin before we discovered our son was the source of the odor. Dan practically had to scrub the skin off of him.”
“I didn’t know that,” Edna admitted. “What an amusing story.”
“My Lord! It’s true!” Tobias exclaimed. “He wasn’t lying. Mr. and Mrs. Boone, please forgive all my questions. I didn’t mean to add to your distress. I had to be sure this boy was your son. I will take you to Berryville so that you may be reunited with him.”
“Oh, Rebecca, I rejoice with you! Your lost son is found!” Edna embraced Rebecca. Both women had tears in their eyes.
Daniel shook the reverend’s hand, saying, “Thank you, Reverend. You’ve made us very happy. We’ve been searchin’ for Israel ever since he turned up missin’. We weren’t sure where to look next.”
“No need to thank me, Mr. Boone.” Tobias said. “It was my sister, Marian, who convinced me to make the four day trip to find you. She can be quite persistent.”
“Reverend, is Israel well?” Rebecca asked as only a mother can.
“He was when I left Berryville, Mrs. Boone,” Tobias told her. “However, he’s been bound to a man that can be somewhat cruel. I was told he has struck Israel on three occasions for insolence. The boy can be stubborn and dig his heels in when it would be better for him to just cooperate. I tried to explain that to him, but I’m not sure it sunk in. To his credit though, when he gives you his word he keeps it.”
“Israel is freeborn, Reverend. How was he bound over?” asked Daniel.
“Dan, the reverend can explain all that on the way,” Rebecca said. Since Tobias had revealed that Israel was possibly in some danger, Rebecca wanted to get going. The sooner they left, the sooner she could rescue her son from the clutches of this evil man. How dare he strike her son, insolence or not. Israel was not to be ill-treated, not by him or by anyone.
The entire household went into action. Everyone worked together to pack the wagon with the Boones’ possessions, as well as provisions for the journey to Berryville and then home to Kentucky. The Constitutional Convention would just have to do without Daniel Boone. His family needed his attention at the moment. Howard said he would inform the Virginia delegates of Daniel’s decision to return home.
Daniel insisted on paying the Krafts for the provisions and the lengthy visitation, but Howard would not hear of it. It was his way of helping the Boones. Daniel would have liked to have argued, but there was simply no time. Rebecca was most anxious to be on their way and he couldn’t blame her. They said their good-byes and expressed their gratitude to the Krafts, and then set out. They followed the reverend on his horse as he led the way to find their lost lamb.
The chickens had gotten into the mule’s pen again, which drove the mule over the fence and into the woods. The braying could be heard loud and clear even in the garden where the Bradleys and Israel were working.
“Joseph, fetch Lucy,” Arthur ordered.
Israel immediately dropped his hoe and headed after Lucy. He welcomed the distraction. Anything to get away from that garden and Arthur, who was being his usual grouchy self. Soon, Israel was within the woods. He liked the warm feeling that came over him anytime he plunged into them. He would take his time finding and returning Lucy, but not take too long. Arthur would be sure to lay into him if he took more time than he thought he should. Of course, he knew they would take into account his shackled ankles and wrists, which restricted his movement. He spied Lucy and slowly made his way toward her.
Meanwhile, the Boones’ wagon drew up to the Bradley cabin. The reverend led the couple to the Bradleys, who continued to work in the garden and didn’t seem to notice their approach.
“Arthur! Marian!” Tobias yelled out.
The Bradleys’ heads came up together, and then they stepped out of the garden to meet the reverend.
“Tobias,” Arthur greeted his brother-in-law who was cautiously eyeing the couple who accompanied him.
“These are the Boones, Arthur. They’ve come to take their son home.” Tobias explained.
“What has that to do with me?” Arthur asked.
“Because, Mr. Bradley,” Daniel injected, “you have our son. You know him as Joseph, but he is our son, Isra’l Boone. It’s my understanding he’s been telling you that, but you haven’t wanted to listen. If you’ll kindly tell us where he is; we’ll get him and be on our way.”
“Joseph, ain’t goin’ anywhere. He’s bound to me. I got papers to prove it. Ain’t no man or woman comin’ on my property and stealin’ what belongs to me!” Arthur said angrily.
“Israel doesn’t belong to you, Mr. Bradley,” Rebecca explained. “He was sold to you illegally. He is not Joseph Mills, so the paper you have isn’t worth anything.”
“Arthur, I’ve verified that the boy is the Boones’ son. The right thing to do is give Israel to them. He is their son,” Tobias pleaded, but he could tell he wasn’t making any headway. Arthur was only growing more stubborn by the minute.
“No! My property stays and that’s final!” Arthur protested.
“That’s where you’re wrong, Bradley,” Daniel said sternly. “Israel is not your property or anyone else’s. He is our son and we’re taking him home. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. You make the choice. But make no mistake about it, Bradley, like it or not, Israel is coming with us. Now, where is he?”
“You expect me to hand the boy over to you just like that? Let me tell you, Boone, that ain’t going to happen. I won’t stand by and let you walk away with my property. I’ll fight you if I have too,” Arthur proclaimed, not backing down.
“If that’s the way you want it, Bradley,” Daniel said, drawing a fist back ready to strike the man, who was holding his son in shackles.
“Joseph is in the woods,” Marian said as she pointed in the direction Israel had taken to find Lucy. She had spoken quickly before a brawl could break out. Looking at the big man, she was sure her husband would quickly lose, and rightfully so, but still she hoped to avoid a violent confrontation. “He should return shortly. He’s fetching the mule.”
As if her words had been prophetic, Israel emerged from the woods almost immediately leading Lucy by her halter. He was walking with his head down and taking only short strides that his shackles would allow. Lucy tried pulling from his grasp, but Israel held her halter firmly and directed the stubborn beast towards her pen.
Rebecca’s heart leapt for joy when she saw her son. Tears brimmed in her eyes. This lost lamb had been found. “Israel!” Rebecca shouted as loud as she could for her son was still a good distance away.
Israel stopped and raised his head swiftly, looking in the direction from which he thought he had heard his mother’s call. Sure enough there stood his mother, father, and Reverend Tucker. Dropping Lucy’s halter, he ran towards his family as Lucy trotted back into the woods. Forgetting he was still shackled, he fell heavily to the ground with a resounding thud, but was immediately back on his feet and running as fast as he could. A big grin was evident on his face.
Rebecca ran towards him. Daniel remained behind as he had unfinished business with Arthur Bradley. He watched the scene before him play itself out before saying, “I’ll be needing the key to those shackles.”
At that moment, Rebecca greeted Israel with a wildly enthusiastic hug. Israel tried to return the embrace but could only reach to Rebecca’s shoulders.
“Israel. Israel. Israel,” Rebecca repeated his name as the tears rolled. Then she breathed a prayer. “Thank you, Lord, for finding this lost lamb.”
“Ma, am I ever glad to see you,” Israel said although he didn’t think she heard him because she was continuing to say his name over and over and over again.
After what seemed an eternity to Israel, Rebecca loosened her grip on him. Then both of them made their way towards the cabin. Israel was anticipating his release from the dreaded shackles.
Daniel held out his hand to Arthur. “The key, Bradley.”
“I’ll get it for you, Mr. Boone. It’s in the cabin,” Marian offered as she stepped toward the cabin, knowing Arthur had no intention of cooperating.
“Marian, no. I forbid it! I order you to stop,” Arthur commanded.
“I must, Arthur. Don’t you see? Joseph...I mean Israel belongs to them. He’s their son. He’s been telling the truth the whole time. We have no legal claim on him. The paper says that Joseph Mills is bound to you, but that boy isn’t Joseph Mills. He’s Israel Boone, so the paper is worthless. Let him and his family go in peace,” Marian turned her back on him and entered the cabin. Daniel and Tobias followed.
“That boy ain’t goin’ with you, Boone! I won’t allow it!” Arthur said loudly.
Daniel ignored Arthur for the most part, but kept an eye on him just in case he tried something foolish. Arthur kept his distance, which suited Daniel. He hoped to leave here without a fight.
Everyone except for Arthur met on the porch where Israel embraced his father as best as he could. “How are you, boy?” Daniel asked.
“I’m fine, Pa. Just fine.” Israel replied happily. “And ready to go home.” Looking towards Tobias, Israel added, “Thank you, Reverend. Thanks a lot. Why didn’t you tell me you had gone to fetch my folks?”
Tobias nodded his head at Israel, smiling. “It must have slipped my mind, Israel.”
Marian brought the key from the interior of the cabin and passed it to Rebecca who quickly unlocked the shackles even as Arthur ducked inside the cabin. The action did not go unnoticed by Daniel. Israel threw the shackles from the porch, hoping never to see the like again. Daniel then led the group towards the wagon; all but Marian who remained on the porch.
“That’s as far as you go. All of you,” Arthur said, barreling out of the cabin with a rifle pointed at them.
“Put the rifle down, Arthur,” Tobias advised. “You don’t want to hurt anyone.”
“You’re right I don’t, but I will unless that boy gets back into those shackles and gets back to work. Just like I paid for him to do,” Arthur demanded.
In a split second Marian grabbed a broom and upended Arthur’s rifle with the handle. The rifle went flying, and Tobias was on the move to retrieve it before Arthur could get to it.
Arthur’s face was red with anger. He was boiling with rage. “Marian! What do you think you’re doing?”
“Doing what’s right, Arthur. Israel and his family are going home, and you’ll not stop them,” Marian said with remarkable calm.
Arthur looked from face to face. He was outnumbered and he knew it. He returned angrily to the garden, deciding not to press his claim to Israel any further. Perhaps, without knowing it, he was reluctantly accepting he the fact that he could not win in this situation. Even his own wife wasn’t siding with him. He had lost.
“Marian, you best gather your things and come to my cabin,” Tobias advised her. Arthur’s wrath was such that Tobias feared he might harm Marian for the stand she had taken once they had left. A short stay at the Tucker cabin would keep Marian safe and allow Arthur time to settle down. After all, he was losing an investment and it wasn’t sitting well with him.
Marian agreed and did as Tobias requested.
“Daniel, my cabin isn’t too much out of your way. Would you mind if you and your family accompanied me there? It’d be more comfortable for Marian if she could ride in your wagon rather than on the back of my horse,” Tobias asked.
“You needn’t have asked, Tobias. We owe you a debt of gratitude for finding Israel for us,” said Daniel. “We’ll do that and more.”
“Thank you, Daniel. Giving Marian a ride is enough,“ Tobias told him then switched the subject. ”Admittedly, this whole thing went better than I thought. Arthur and you almost came to blows.”
“That may yet come if he decides to become aggressive,” Daniel said while keeping Arthur in his sights.
“I think Arthur has surrendered to the inevitable. He usually doesn’t pick fights unless he can win them, and I very seriously doubt he could win one against you!” Tobias observed chuckling.
Marian emerged from the cabin with a bag in her hand. As she looked at Arthur working in the garden alone, she entertained the thought of remaining. There was much work to do and too much for one man to handle. “Tobias, maybe I should stay. Arthur needs help in the garden.”
“He can’t be trusted right now, Marian. He’s very angry, and he might do something to you that he might regret later,” Tobias explained. “Give him some time to simmer down. Please come with us. Dorothy will never forgive me if I don’t bring you along.”
“All right, Tobias,” Marian stated resignedly. “Just give me a moment.” She went to the garden to speak to her husband.
The group watched as Marian engaged Arthur in a conversation. He would sullenly nod his head presumably in response to what she was saying. Then unexpectedly, he smiled and patted her shoulder. She embraced him followed by a kiss. He offered her his arm and after she took it, he escorted her to the wagon.
“I’m sorry for the trouble I caused,” Arthur apologized with sincerity when he and his wife came to stand among them. “Boy,” he looked at Israel, “I didn’t treat you right, and I’m sorry for that too.” Rather than wait for Israel to either accept or reject the apology, Arthur turned to his wife and then kissed her cheek. “I’ll come for you soon.” She started to protest, but he gently pressed an index finger to her lips to silence her. “Go with your brother. I need time alone to figure things out about the farm and all.” He headed back to the garden.
“The last time he had to figure things out,” Marian explained, “he decided to buy a bond servant. I know he won’t try that again. He brought home a wild cat rather than the kitty cat he intended.”
Israel smiled as Daniel clapped a hand on his son’s back. “This wild cat didn’t surrender his freedom so easily nor should he have. He was no lamb being led to the slaughter,” the tall frontiersman said with pride.
“Pa, can we just go?” Israel asked. He didn’t like being the subject of the conversation.
“I reckon we oughta,” Daniel replied. “Ladies.” He gestured towards the wagon and then the men assisted the women to take a sitting position in the back. Israel climbed over the side and sat next to Daniel. Tobias mounted his horse and motioned that they should proceed.
Arthur continued to work, not even bothering to look at the group as they departed.
“Mrs. Bradley,“ Rebecca said, “your brother told us of the kindness you showed our son. I just wanted to thank you for that.”
“Please, call me Marian,” she requested. “I was only doing my Christian duty. I’m sorry I didn’t believe your son from the start. If I had, your separation from him wouldn’t have been as long.”
“It doesn’t matter now,” Rebecca stated. “We have been reunited with our lost lamb.”
Israel didn’t look back, but looked forward when his father lightly slapped the reins and sent the horses into motion. He wanted to get as far away from this place as possible. The only bright spot on this piece of land was Marian, and she had chosen to come with them. As far as Israel was concerned, he was leaving nothing behind. He was going home.
Rebecca fumbled in her purse for the wooden object Israel had given her. She was going to find out what it was supposed to be. It had offered her a small measure of comfort when Israel had vanished. She showed it to Marian and then asked her son about it. “Israel, what is this?” Rebecca inquired, interrupting his reverie. She held out the carved object so he could clearly see it.
Turning in his seat to view what his mother was referring to, Israel saw the small wooden statue she held. “Oh, ma, don’t you know? It’s a lamb,” he answered. His tone said she should have known.
Rebecca laughed and marveled at the Lord’s workings.
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