“Again!”
Smith hesitated, seeing the rage in his master’s eyes. He held the fine piece of china in his hand, staring cautiously at Jason.
“My lord,” he said, “I’m afraid I must advice you against this. You have already destroyed half a dozen of these priceless pieces as it stands.”
“You are not here to lecture me, Smith,” he said. “The last time I checked, you are supposed to answer to me, and not the other way around.”
“But my lord. . .”
“Again!” he demanded, lifting the rifle and pointing it into the air. Smith glanced down at the hundreds of shattered pieces already on the ground in a mismatched pile. They were out in the garden, with the sunlight fading in and out as several dark clouds looked overhead. Jason was not out for the weather however. He was out here to cleanse his min
