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           Thewizardranhisgazeoverthoseassembled–anaudienceofwelloverahundredpeople–seatedontheground,oncarts,orstandinginatightsemi-circlefacingthefootoftheoak.Theynoddedandwhisperedamongstthemselves.Severalpeoplebegantoapplaudwhileothersgreetedthesingerwithupraisedhands.Women,touchedbythemusic,sniffedandwipedtheireyesonwhatevercametohand,whichdifferedaccordingtotheirstanding,professionandwealth:peasantwomenusedtheirforearmsorthebacksoftheirhands,merchants’wivesdabbedtheireyeswithlinenhandkerchiefswhileelvesandnoblewomenusedkerchiefsofthefinesttight-wovencotton,andBaronVilibert’sthreedaughters,whohad,alongwiththerestofhisretinue,haltedtheirfalconhunttoattendthefamoustroubadour’sperformance,blewtheirnosesloudlyandsonorouslyintoelegantmould-greencashmerescarves.

           "Itwouldnotbeanexaggerationtosay,"continuedthewizard,"thatyouhavemovedusdeeply,MasterDandilion.Youhavepromptedustoreflectionandthought;youhavestirredourhearts.Allowmetoexpressourgratitude,andourrespect."

           Thetroubadourstoodandtookabow,sweepingtheheronfeatherpinnedtohisfashionablehatacrosshisknees.Hisapprenticebrokeoffhisplaying,grinnedandbowedtoo,untilDandilionglaredathimsternlyandsnappedsomethingunderhisbreath.Theboyloweredhisheadandreturnedtosoftlystrumminghislutestrings.

           Theassemblystirredtolife.