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fruits as fools supply are merely ...'"

"We can offer some cheese at this hour," D'Averc in-
terrupted sardonically.

"Annala, Act VI, Scene V," Tozer said. "You'll re-
member the scene?"

"I remember," D'Averc nodded. "I always felt that
section somewhat weaker than the rest."

"Subtler," Tozer said airily. "Subtler."

The servant re-entered with the wine and Tozer
helped himself, pouring a generous amount into the
goblet. "The concerns of literature," he said, "are not
always obvious to the common herd. A hundred years
from now and people will see the last act of Annala
not, as some stupid critics have said, as hastily written
and poorly conceived, but as the complex structure it
really is ..."

"I had reckoned myself as something of a writer,"
Bowgentle said, "but I must confess, I did not see
subtleties ... Perhaps you could explain."

"Some other time," Tozer told him, with an in-
souciant wave of the hand. He drank off the wine and
helped himself to another full goblet.

"In the meanwhile," Hawkmoon said firmly, "per-
haps you could explain your presence in the Kamarg.
After all, we had thought ourselves inviolate and
now..."

"You are still inviolate, never fear," Tozer said, "save

to myself, of course. By the power of my brain I pro-
pelled myself hither."

D'Averc sceptically rubbed his chin. "By the power
of yourЧbrain? How so?"

"An ancient discipline taught me by a master phi-
losopher who dwells in the hidden valleys of Yel . . ."
Tozer belched and poured more wine.

"Yel is that south western province of Granbretan is
it not?" Bowgentle asked.