But a boy I was, when I took up my post as a guard at the temple of commerce and I stood proudly in my uniform, as my uncle had done before me, and gazed out at the people of the great city as they thronged in the court beneath the great glass roof that kept the elements from their heads but let the light of the sun shine down upon them, as they wandered the floors and sampled the delights the temple had to offer.
I had been assigned to a veteran, Bowman by name. A score and ten had he walked the courts and corridors of the Temples of Commerce. The old temple and this, much greater temple that had been built on this site, which had once housed the Temple to Physique that had fallen to commerce in a crisis some eight years past.
He was a man of stern countenance and bald of pate who chewed the tobacco weed when on a break from his duties or when out of doors, which was seldom now as his aged bones would feel the wrath of the wind and cold more now than they did when he had first taken h