The steward gave him a gun; this was what Vampa longed for. This gun had an excellent barrel, made at Breschia, and carrying a ball with the precision... of an English rifle; but one day the count broke the stock, and had then cast the gun aside. This, however, was nothing to a sculptor like Vampa; he examined the broken stock, calculated what change it would require to adapt the gun to his shoulder, and made a fresh stock, so beautifully carved that it would have fetched fifteen or twenty. The beam hit right in front of the gray then stopped for as moment. Suddenly it continued on vaporizing what appeared to be an IP soldier.A great many in front gasped as they realized they had been lied to. A great many who hadn't seen, tried to push forward to see what was going on. An older gray stepped in front of them trying to call for quiet."It appears that we were told a great untruth. Though they haven't always been that kind, they have protected us. This," here the elder pointed to. "We will gather what you need from your ship. Then we will gather mine, I will stay with you."Looking at him with a suspicious look she warned, "do not make me come after you again Husband to be. I was only angered the last time, I do not want to follow you with blood lust. It would not go well for either of us."Dempsy's head snapped back from the fierce look that she was giving him. A thin smile crossed his lips as he nodded. He'd been very lucky last time, the next? He wasn't sure that he be. This was a terrible fault of me to speak and should learn to know the consequences of my faults."You have no right to speak. Haven't been your mother learned you this?." he said and leads me with the leash to the others in the living room. There the others were all standing around my father lying on the table tied. "Oh good You are ready with it ?" said my mother to Glen. "Yes but i it has a lot to learn. I think it is better we give it to a school, where it learned all the rules and will be.