wear so far as it is in their power to decide what that is.

After putting on the suit I found that it fit perfectly, and above that,
I found it to be very comfortable, including the head piece, which
formed closely around the skull and was not at all noticeable or
obscuring. In fact, as it was made of a plasma that allowed everything
through except lone particles, it was so uninhibiting that a moment
after I had put mine on I had completely forgotten about it. The only
other part of the suit that stood out at all was the long, metallic
buckle that secured the belt, it having a bowie knife hidden within it
in an unnoticeable and inconspicuous manner. Bernibus had put on his as
I had put on mine, and as I looked away from the mirror that was
opposite the door, I saw him dressed the same as myself, yet because the
suit so blended with his fur, it was hard to tell which ended where.

Finding that we were both ready, we repaired to the entrance hall. Along
the way I asked Bernibus of his wife, Wagner's sister, of whom I had
heard little and seen nothing. He was quiet for a pause, and then said:

"She was an angel, what else can be said?"

"Was?" I asked hesitantly.

"Yes, she was killed by the Zards on a border raid, as we were at that
time living apart from the Canitaur mass with a few friends. She was
less aggressive than her brother, and, much to his disapprobation, we
lived with a group of separatists, believing that war, physical
conflict, is never the right answer to ideological conflict. Wagner
excommunicated us in his anger, though his sister was very dear to him,
and after she died he was struck with remorse and made me his deputy