“Pep? What is needed in the Warden is far more than pep, Harry.” “What, then?” I asked. He took up his staff and poked my chest with it gently. “You, it would seem.” “What?” “You,” he repeated firmly. “What we need is you. You have what you have for a reason. Unwitting or not, virtually your every action in the past few years has resulted in a series of well-placed thumbs in the adversary’s eye. You want to know how you can help me, Harry?” “Engh,” I said, frustrated. “Yeah.” “Go back to Chicago,” he said, turning away, “and keep being yourself.”
