Episode 100: One Way Ticket

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What is the opening scene that introduces Haman Locke and the mysterious gift?

Steve Shell 0:01
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Alex McDonald Villarreal 0:47
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Steve Shell 0:59
In his private office inside Penderin Hall, Haman Locke sat at the massive Edwardian desk he had inherited from his father, hands folded before him on the rich leather blotter,
Alex McDonald Villarreal 1:12
and
Steve Shell 1:13
watched. The de facto head of Locke Rail's eyes were open, but he was not looking at the immaculately finished wood paneling on the walls or the priceless Persian rug that covered the floors. nor the portrait of Jameson Locke that hung on the southernmost wall of the room. Heyman's eyes were elsewhere, lost in the shimmering glow of his gift. Today, they peered through the eyes of a security drone in the Arbiter's instructional chamber. Seeing through the anonymous automatons that staffed Lock Rail's security division was an old bit of mind work that Heyman had learned in his youth from his half-brother Mordecai. What he had once thought of as a childish trick came in quite handy for keeping tabs on what was going on in the many departments of Lock Rail.
Steve Shell 2:10
And since Solomon had returned to the fold, he had frequently employed it to observe his son's lessons. At the moment, Solomon and his half-brother Bonaparte were sharing a moment of generational camaraderie. Nephew and uncle clinking bottles and worrying about the future. The images came through the drone's eyes and flickering black and white. The sound tinny and far away like the voices of the singers on the records his mother played on her Victrola. He's right, Uncle Boney. I still can't do what father needs me to do. I can open the door, but I can't go through. I can't even make my guardians obey unless I'm in danger. Once I give him a grandchild, what use will he have for me? Try not to worry too much, nephew.
Steve Shell 2:56
Your dear Rachel knows all about controlling dangerous and powerful gifts. She's come a long way since you last
Alex McDonald Villarreal 3:03
saw
Steve Shell 3:04
her.
Alex McDonald Villarreal 3:05
Win her heart, and perhaps she'll teach you what you need to know. By the wedding night.
Steve Shell 3:11
Haman snorted at his half-brother's vulgar sense of humor. He focused his gift and the picture became sharper, their voices clearer in his mind. Go get showered and changed. We have an hour before we need it upstairs for supper. We'll swing by my rooms and have a proper drink while I freshen up. Haman watched as Solomon walked out of the furnace, as the men called the sweltering dungeon that was the Arbiter's chamber, and headed toward the locker rooms located down the hall. His man remained behind, allowing him a clear view of his brother. Bonaparte downed the rest of his beer and then walked over to the braziers on either side of the Arbiter's binding circle and relit them with the flourish of his hand.
Steve Shell 3:56
The runes on the iron ring blazed, and the golem of flesh and hammered copper and steel surged to life again with a hissing intake of breath.
Alex McDonald Villarreal 4:09
That was unnecessary. So was telling the son of your master that he's worthless.
Steve Shell 4:17
You stitched together sack of scrabble. The eyes of the arbiter burned painfully bright as it glared at the white-haired man.
Alex McDonald Villarreal 4:26
The one who summoned and bound me here has disappeared down the Iron Road. His runt is minding the store until he returns, or until someone puts him in his place. The
Steve Shell 4:46
thing's words held no malice. It imparted only cold facts. Still, Haman pursed his lips in disapproval.
Alex McDonald Villarreal 4:57
Mind your tongue,
Steve Shell 4:58
slave,
Alex McDonald Villarreal 4:59
or I'll... You'll what? Put out my fire? Banish me from this corpse? Do you know where I go when the fires here are unlit, little Bonaparte? Do you think I answer to you and yours because I must?
Alex McDonald Villarreal 5:33
Go ahead, little cockroach.

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