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"Is that what took thee so long?" he asked mildly.

"Of course that's what took me so long!" Din exploded.

"You didn't leave me a trail to follow! I had to reason out your
location!" Din had turned losing his temper into an art form. The
slightest thing could set him off.

"Well?" he said then.

"Now what?"

"We must see to thine education."

"What does somebody like me need with an education? I already know
what I need to know."

Aldur gave him a long, steady look, and even Din couldn't face that for
long. Then our Master looked around at the rest of us. He obviously
dismissed Beltira and Belkira out of hand. They hadn't the proper
temperament to deal with our newest recruit. Belzedar was in a state
verging on inarticulate rage. Belzedar may have had his faults, but he
wouldn't tolerate any disrespect for our Master. Belmakor was too
fastidious. Din was filthy, and he smelled like an open sewer.
Belsambar, for obvious reasons, was totally out of question. Guess who
that left.

I wearily raised my hand.

"Don't trouble thyself, Master," I said.

"I'll take care of it."

"Why, Belgarath," he said, "how gracious of thee to volunteer thy
service."

I chose not to answer that.

"Ah, Belgarath?" Belmakor said tentatively.

"What?"

"Could you possibly wash him off before you bring him inside again?"

Despite my show of reluctance, I wasn't quite as displeased with the
arrangement as I pretended to be. I still wanted to finish my tower,
and this powerful dwarf seemed well suited to the task of carrying
rocks. If things worked out the way I thought they might, I wouldn't
have to strain my creativity in the slightest to find things for my