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. Still, I liked to
think - and DO think - this initial politeness to me was
something more, stood for something. After all, he
remembered the boots on the trail to the tower, and perhaps
in that soldier's mind used to self-preservation and
necessity, small gestures of decency counted for more than
the horse and elaborate armor. Then again, he may have
thought only that I was foolish, or felt sorry for me because
of my youth, or he may have thought all of these things and
not have been wrong in the thinking.
His face glowed above the pipe like a signal fire, or it
could have been from the reflected light of his audience. For
there were twenty or thirty men around him, some of them
Lord Alfred's age, several nearly as young as I, but most in
between - as I have said, the veterans. All of them were like
children in the presence of a storyteller, but instead of
awaiting the tales of high deeds and magic we heard and
you still hear in the spacious courts of Solamnia, they were
questioning, all questions amounting to one: WHAT
CHANCE DO WE HAVE TO HOLD THIS FORT?
Nor did he coddle them, assure them, as the storytellers do
at Mother's - so IT IS ELVES YOU WANT, YOUNG
MASTER? THEN YOU SHALL HEAR OF ELVES
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