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"Everything is idiocy if you choose to look at it in the proper light," he replied philosophically

"Why wagoneers?" she demanded "There are faster ways to travels wealthy faers on good horses - either ould have put us in Darine by now"

"And left a trail in the memories of all these simple people we've passed so wide that even a Thull could follow it," Wolf explained patiently "Brill has long since reported our departure to his e for us by now"

"Why are we hiding froos, Mister Wolf?" Garion asked, hesitant to interrupt, but impelled by curiosity to try to penetrate the ht "Aren't they just os have no real interest in trade," Wolf explained "Nadraks are os pose as oneers - so that they can move about os are spies, you wouldn't be too far fro better to do than ask all these questions?" Aunt Pol asked

"Not really," Garion said, and then instantly knew that he'd made a on you'll find the dirty dishes fro's meal You'll also find a bucket Fetch the bucket and run to that streaon and wash the dishes"

"In cold water?" he objected

"Now, Garion," she said firon

In the late afternoon of the fourth day they cah hilltop and saw below the city of Darine and beyond the city the leaden gray sea

Garion caught his breath To his eyes the city looked very large Its surrounding walls were thick and high, and there were s within those walls than he had seen in all his life But it was to the sea that his eyes were drawn There was a sharp tang to the air Faint hints of that sue or so, but now, inhaling deeply, he breathed in that perfume of the sea for the first time in his life His spirit soared

"Finally," Aunt Pol said

Silk had stopped the lead wagon and cahtly, and the rain ran down his long nose to drip froo on down to the city?" he asked

"We go to the city," Aunt Pol said "I'on when there are inns so close at hand"

"Honest wagoneers would seek out an inn," Mister Wolf agreed, "and a waruessed that," Aunt Pol said

"We have to try to look the part" Wolf shrugged

They went on down the hill, the horses' hooves slipping and sliding as they braced back against the weight of the wagons

At the city gate tatch rustspotted helate

"What's your business in Darine?" one of them asked Silk

"I am Ambar of Kotu," Silk lied pleasantly, "a poor Drasnianto do business in your splendid city"