Chapter fifteen
Murlock the SpryDolan Weymlo proved an interesting traveling companion, for his merchanting business had carried him into many parts of Kregen. He had transacted profitable deals in lands I’d never visited, and had met folk of whom I had no knowledge.
The old stories of people with an eye in their chests and legs growing from their foreheads were trotted out.
Weymlo, I fancied, used these as a test. Nath believed in these caricatures, and hung on Weymlo’s every word, eyes wide open and ears flapping.
Orso, upright and scornful in the saddle, rode on by himself. We were content that our traveling arrangements should thus be settled, but as I said to Seg: “There are four of us, and we should be united. I approve of Orso riding solo; I do not much care for the division it
