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Prologue

           

           ThedoorstotheGreatHallweresetinthemouthofastonedragon.Hetoldtheservantstoleavehimoutside.Itwouldbebettertoenteralone;hemustnotappearfeeble.Leaningheavilyonhiscane,Cressenclimbedthelastfewstepsandhobbledbeneaththegatewayteeth.Apairofguardsmenopenedtheheavyreddoorsbeforehim,unleashingasuddenblastofnoiseandlight.Cressensteppeddownintothedragon’smaw.

           Cressenmadehiswaytowardtheraisedplatformwherethelordssatwiththeking.HehadtostepwidearoundPatchface.Dancing,hisbellsringing,thefoolneithersawnorheardhisapproach.Ashehoppedfromonelegtotheother,PatchfacelurchedintoCressen,knockinghiscaneoutfromunderhim.Theywentcrashingdowntogetheramidsttherushesinatangleofarmsandlegs,whileasuddengaleoflaughterwentuparoundthem.Nodoubtitwasacomicalsight.

           Patchfacesprawledhalfontopofhim,motleyfool’sfacepressedclosetohisown.Hehadlosthistinhelmwithitsantlersandbells."Underthesea,youfallup,"hedeclared."Iknow,Iknow,oh,oh,oh."Giggling,thefoolrolledoff,boundedtohisfeet,anddidalittledance.

           Tryingtomakethebestofit,themaestersmiledfeeblyandstruggledtorise,buthishipwasinsuchpainthatforamomenthewashalfafraidthathehadbrokenitalloveragain.Hefeltstronghandsgrasphimunderthearmsandlifthimbacktohisfeet.

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