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they promptly pounced on the intruder. Moments later, only a few feathers emerged from one of the
silken, inky black clouds to indicate that the sparrow had ever been.

They sped past farmers riding wagons laden with goods intended for market, raced around slow, big-
wheeled carts piled high with firewood or rough-milled lumber. Iron workers peered out from beneath
the soot and spark of their smithies while nursing mothers took time to glance up from their infants and
nod as forcefully as they were able.

Through the sprawling municipality they flew, the chariot a blazing vision of carmine magnificence
illuminating the lives of wealthy and indigent alike, until at last they arrived at the harbor. Hymneth
directed his charioteer to head out onto one of the major breakwaters whose rocky surface had been
rendered smooth through the application of coralline cement. Fishermen repairing nets and young boys
and girls helping with the gutting of catch scrambled their way clear of the approaching, twinkling
hooves. Buckets and baskets of smelly sustenance rolled wildly as they were kicked aside. In the
chariotтАЩs wake, their relieved owners scrambled to recover the piscine fruits of their labors.

Within the harbor, tall-masted clippers and squat merchantmen vied for quay space with svelte coastal
river traders and poky, utilitarian barges. Activity never ceased where the rest of Ehl-Larimar met the
sea. Gulls, cormorants, and diving dragonets harried stoic pelicans, jabbing and poking at the swollen
jaw pouches of the latter in hopes of stealing their catch. Except for the inescapable stink of fish,
Hymneth always enjoyed visiting the far end of the long stone breakwater. It allowed him to look back
at a significant part of his kingdom.

There the great city spread southward, terminating finally in the gigantic wall of Motops. Two thousand
years ago it had been raised by the peoples of the central valleys and plains to protect them from the
bloodthirsty incursions of the barbarians who dwelled in the far south. Ehl-Larimar had long since
spread southward beyond its stony shadow, but the wall remained, too massive to ignore, too labor-
intensive to tear down.

Northward the city marched into increasingly higher hills, fragrant with oak and cedar, lush with
vineyards and citrus groves. To the east the soaring ramparts of the Curridgian Mountains separated the
city from the rest of the kingdom, a natural barrier to invaders as well as ancient commerce.

Under his rule the kingdom had prospered. Distant dominions paid Ehl-Larimar homage, ever fearful of
incurring the wrath of its liege and master. And now, after years of searching and inquiry, the most


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 Into the Thinking Kingdoms: Journeys of the Catechist, Book 2

beautiful woman in the world was his. Well, not quite yet his, he self-confessed. But he was supremely
confident that time would break down her resistance, and worthy entreaty overcome her distaste.

Unlike the commercially oriented, who employed boats and crews to ply the fecund waters offshore
beyond Ehl-LarimarтАЩs fringing reefs, solitary fisherfolk often settled themselves along the breakwater
and at its terminus, casting their lines into the blue-green sea in hopes of reeling in the eveningтАЩs supper
or, failing that, some low-cost recreation. A number were doing so even as he stood watching from the
chariot. All had risen at his approach and genuflected to acknowledge his arrival. AllтАФsave one.

A lesser ruler would have ignored the oversight. A weaker man would have dismissed it. Hymneth the