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squires into knights and clumsy peasants
into seasoned fighting men, had his own way of dealing with
liars and oath breakers.
Sir Palamon,
reflected Randal,
had high standards.
In everything. If he ever saw
this stable
,
he'd nail the hostler
His
s hide to the wall.
More than once, on his long journey eastward from
Tarnsberg, Randal had caught himself half wishing
he had never left the castle and barony of Doun.
If he'd stayed, he'd have been almost a knight
by now; Sir Palamon himself had said that Randal showed
promise.
But no, I
had to be smart
. Living
at ease
for the rest of my life wasn't good
enough.
Another forkload of manure went over his shoulder.
I wanted to understand the mysteries of the
universe.
Randal gulped a breath through his mouth-the air was too
nasty to breathe any other way-and
dragged the back of his arm across his forehead in a vain
attempt to keep the sweat from running into his eyes.
"Mysteries of the universe, hah!" he muttered
aloud. "I'm standing knee-deep in the mysteries of the
universe right now."
The thought made Randal laugh. In the dusty stable, the
laugh turned into a choke, then a coughing fit. He
staggered out of the open door into the sweet air and
sunlight of the inn yard. He was coughing so hard that he
barely heard the ringing of bridles and pounding of
hooves as a trio of mounted men swept through the
gate and into the yard.
He looked up as the cavalcade blocked the light
in front of him. Through watering eyes he got an
impression of bright colors and rich patterns. As
the
coughing fit passed, he heard a voice bellowing in
his ear, "Boy! Say, boy! Take care of the
horses, I say!"
Randal turned toward the speaker, and saw a young man
scarcely a year or two older than himself. The