Chapter 267 - Aside: Sometimes one errs 

Steward of Void lands was in morning. His precious, waxed and oiled goatee had been burned from his face. It had been his hobby to take care of the thing and he incorporated his whole image around it. Some brats who had made his list would one day pay for it, but for now he held funeral services in his heart. His bed, a modern piece of steel and glass became his resident for a week, eating chocolate clusters and drowning his sorrows in ice cream.