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the same thoughts at the same time and even finished each other's
sentences.

Despite the fact that they're Alorns, Belkira and Beltira are the
gentlest men I've ever known. I'm quite fond of them, actually.

Makor was the next to arrive, and he came to us from so far away that I
couldn't understand how he had ever heard of my Master. Unlike the
rest of us, who'd been fairly shabby when we'd arrived, Makor came
strolling down the Vale dressed in a silk mantle, somewhat like the
garb currently in fashion in Tol Honeth. He was a witty, urbane,
well-educated man, and I took to him immediately.

Our Master questioned him briefly and decided that he was
acceptable--with all the usual provisos.

"But, Master," Belzedar objected vehemently, "he cannot become one of
our fellowship. He is a Dal--one of the Godless ones."

"Melcene, actually, old boy," Makor corrected him in that
ultra-civilized manner of his that always drove Belzedar absolutely
wild. Now do you see why I was so fond of Makor?

"What's the difference?" Belzedar demanded bluntly.

"All the difference in the world, old chap," Makor replied, examining
his fingernails.

"We Melcenes separated from the Dals so long ago that we're no more
like them than Alorns are like Marags. It's not really up to you,
however. I was summoned, the same as the rest of you were, and that's
an end on it."

I remembered the odd compulsion that had dragged me out of Gara, and I
looked sharply at my Master. Would you believe that he actually
managed to look slightly embarrassed?

Belzedar spluttered for a while, but, since there was nothing he could
do about it anyway, he muffled his objections.

The next to join us was Sambar, an Angarak. Sambar--or Belsambar as he
later became--was not his real name, of course. Angarak names are so
universally ugly that my Master did him a favor when he renamed him.

I felt a great deal of sympathy for the boy--he was only about fifteen
when he joined us. I have never seen anyone so abject. He simply came
to the tower, seated himself on the earth, and waited for either
acceptance or death. Beltira and Belkira fed him, of course. They
were shepherds, after all, and shepherds won't let anything go hungry.
After a week or so, when it became obvious that he absolutely would not