The man who was Phylax when I first arrived was named Gig, and he terrified us all because of his fierce appearance and awful temper. When he was off duty he drank, and sometimes chased the younger brothers with his axe. Gig never entered the House, so if one could prevent Gig from ever getting between one and the House, one could usually escape without much trouble. But Gig was wily as well as mean, and would often surprise one out on a trail, and then a hair-raising chase would ensue. To my knowledge he never caught anyone, though some of the brothers injured themselves slightly in trying to get away from him.
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