旼컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴커 � Team Eeeek: Hymie Krausmeyer: The UnAnointed Page 30 � 쳐컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴캑 � Stella! Who usually knew what was best for her charges and who had never, � � as far as was known, abandoned a friend. � � � � Stella, Stella, Stella! � � Why have you left me here, Stella? � � � � The Krausmeyer drew his neck into his shirt collar - an instinctive � � turtle recoil of survival - and tried to calm himself. She must have had � � a reason, he thought. She must have left me here for my own good. � � � � But what - WHAT! - was that reason? � � � � "Purify our hearts, oh Prince, that when Thy time is at hand, Thy � � servants will be worthy to receive Thy presence though never worthy to � � anoint Thy body though for such honor do Thy servants prepare � � themselves." � � � � The service appeared to be ending, so the Krausmeyer scanned the walls � � for the nearest means of escape; he didn't wish to be available for the � � inevitable proselytizing. � 읕컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴켸