Samson Trammel's 4th Letter to Martin

Martin --

I am glad you are alive and I do wish you luck.

But I warn you, do not _blaspheme_.

Savitree did, and if you are writing to me now, saying what you are saying, that means she is -dead-.

Jonathan Brooks blasphemed, and he is -dead-, ---and--- his -men-, his poor ------deluded-----, doomed men are now -lost- in the jungels of the Yucatan. They will --NEVER-- return from there!

I am being -very- serious, Martin, just as you asked.

If you don't want this, you don't have to have it. You don't have to make this deal.

Really, though, is it -any- more -absurd- to trust a God -others- have called a Liar than to wage war in the name of a -delusion- -others- have named a prince of peace? I don't think so. I don't think you do either.

But, I admit, it's no -less- absurd. That's why they call it -faith-, isn't it?

I don't expect you to have faith, though. That's Joyce path, isn't it? Summoning up the God she hates, hoping He will lie to me.

But, that's not what you want. I'm offering a deal. Walk away from the fight you never wanted back to the life you never chose to lose.

If you can't do that, you're a fool. But, it's your choice. And, I suppose, if you've gotten on her plane with what you have and you're still helping her, you've already made it. And, Martin, do you know what? I still wish you luck.

But if it's all about not having another way to leave Bangkok, and you and he just want to walk away from it all? Call me, Martin. I'll arrange transportation.

--T.