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. As I got even closer, I could tell that one of
the voices was Ark's and one was Widow Muffin's, and I
almost stopped, but I kept going anyway, even if my face
was red.
It was when I got even closer still, almost up to the
doorway, that I could hear a third voice in the shop, and
that voice was Goodwife Filster's.
I stopped right then, holding the satchel and not moving
a muscle. Goodwife Filster was saying something in a loud
voice, growling like the Wylmeens' mastiff when he
catches scent of me walking through the garden that he
thinks is his territory. After a moment, I edged up to the
door on one side, so no one could see me, and I listened to
them talk, though Ark had once told me to never spy on
anyone, and I never have, except just then and maybe two
other times.
"You have to be reasonable about this," Ark was
saying. His voice was a little too high and tight. "If you
could just listen to me for a minute and think about - "
"Shut your dung-eating trap," shouted Goodwife
Filster. "You brought that wicked little monster into this
good town, and look at me now! My bakery's burned down,
and I've got nothing left to my name except the clothes on
my back. My whole life has been a sewage pit ever since
blessed Istar died, and it's all because of vermin like that
kender and maggot-brained asses like yourself who feed
and clothe them! You're to blame for this even more than
he is. You brought him among us, and you blinded
everyone to his evil nature. You let him work his evil on us,
and now he's had his way, and good people like myself are
destroyed! I'm ruined!" And then she called Ark some
names that I'm not going to write down here, because they
were awful and I don't think I could spell them correctly
anyway
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