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He looked at MacLeod, full of self-congratulatory smiles, obviously
waiting for Duncan's enthusiasm to match his own.

But MacLeM just shook his head slightly and turned back to his
half-finished breakfast.

"I don't think so, Richie," he said.

"Oh, come on, Mac-I thought this was just the sort of thing you'd love.
You know, world peace, brotherhood of man..."

"Look, Richie," MacLeod said as he forked up the last piece of egg on
his plate. "I think it's great that you want to go, but I don't think
it's a good idea for me."
MacLeod stood and carried his plate to the sink, trying to ignore
Richie's disappointed expression. Richie's face was always expressive;
it could go from one extreme to the other and back again in an instant.
MacLeod had ceased letting hinlself be influenced by it. Most of the
time, anyway. Seeing that, Richie changed his tactics.

"I don't get it, Mac," he said. "I mean, the Dalai Lama's the main
speaker at this rally, and even I know who he is."

"Then you should definitely go hear him, but count me out."

MacLeod headed for the elevator. downstairs at the back of the dojo was
his office and some paperwork he had promised himself he would finish
today-and he had a new member due in an hour. It was days like today
when he most missed Charhe's deft hand at naming the dojo. Duncan knew
his friend was doing something he believed in, but in the dum weeks
since Charlie had left for the BaRms, the rhythm of the dojo had
changed-md MacLeod found he missed Charlie's style of inyour-face
caring.

Richie followed MacLeod into the elevator. As soon as the door closed,
he started in again.

"What am I missing here, Mac? You can't mean it's because

of the Dabd Lama you won't go to the peace rally?" .Imls tight."

"But he's one of the 'Great Men of Our Time,' isn't he? I mean everyone
respects himxcept, maybe, the Chinese government that exiled him. Even
living in exile he keeps working for world peace. I thought you'd want
to go bear him. He talks about a lot of the same stuff you do."

"If we talk about the same thing, why do I need to go hear him?" MacLeod
countered with a smile as they stepped off the elevator. "Ixt it go,
Richie."