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It was a test, and a real classic at that. She wanted him to stay on this "beach" and torture himself with an impossible task until she was satisfied that he would follow orders when it mattered. It could take hours. Days, maybe, if she was particularly cruel. A shiver of delight ran down Sam's spine at the very thought.

"At once, m'am," he promised, bowing his sleek head low to the ground and beginning to mutter numbers. One. Six. Twenty. Ten. Forty-two. He wasn't entirely sure of the order, having never been called upon to count higher than three, but it didn't matter. She wanted him to give up, and he would not.