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The morning after his birthday, he wondered what it was that had been plaguing his sleep--something confused and risky. He was aghast as he remembered that he had made threats about becoming a Kipling hero.
But slowly, as morning strength flowed into him, he rejoiced. Yes! They hadn't licked him! He would do it! He would see many golden roads beyond the walls of Samarkand. Incidentally, where the deuce was Samarkand?