Contents ( 26)
- TALES OF THE THE DYING EARTH
- Table of Contents
- The Dying Earth
- The Dying Earth
- 1. TURJAN OF MIIR
- 2. MAZIRIAN THE MAGICIAN
- 3. T'SAIS
- 4. LIANE THE WAYFARER
- 5. ULAN DHOR
- 6. GUYAL OF SFERE
- The Eyes of the Overworld
- Cugels Saga
- Cugels Saga
- CHAPTER I FROM SHANGLESTONE STRAND TO SASKERVOY
- CHAPTER II FROM SASKERVOY TO TUSTVOLD MUD-FLATS
- CHAPTER III FROM TUSTVOLD TO PORT PERDUSZ
- CHAPTER IV FROM PORT PERDUSZ TO KASPARA VITATUS
- CHAPTER V FROM KASPARA VITATUS TO CUIRNIF
- CHAPTER VI FROM CUIRNIF TO PERGOLO
- Rhialto the Marvellous
- Rhilato the Marvellous
- Foreword
- 1 The Murthe
- 2 Fader's Waft
- 3 Morreion
- Footnotes
"Perhaps so, but I gave over the terces in jest, and now I want them back."
The porter shook his head. "They are gone with the moons of ancient Earth."
"But surely Master Yoder reimburses the victims of his father's delusions!"
The porter merely laughed and went off about his duties.
Yoder presently descended the gang-plank. Cugel stepped forward. "Sir, I must complain of your father's actions. He sold me passage for a fictitious voyage aboard the Avventura and now —"
"Aboard the Avventura, you say?" asked Yoder.
"Precisely so, and therefore —"
"In that case, Captain Wiskich is your man!" So saying, Yoder went off about his business.
Cugel glumly walked back to the central plaza. In a yard beside the inn Varmous prepared his caravan for its journey. Cugel noticed three carriages, each seating a dozen passengers, and four wagons loaded with cargo, equipment and supplies. Varmous was immediately evident: a large man, bulky of shoulder, arm, leg and thigh, with ringlets of yellow hair, mild blue eyes and an expression of earnest determination.
Cugel watched Varmous for a few moments, then stepped forward and introduced himself. "Sir, I am Cugel. You would seem to be Varmous, director of the caravan."
"That is correct, sir."
"When, may I ask, does your caravan leave Port Perdusz?"
"Tomorrow, in the event that I receive all my stores from the indolent dray-master."
"May I ask your itinerary?"
"Certainly. Our destination is Torqual, where we will arrive in time for the Festival of Ennoblements. We travel by way of Kaspara Vitatus, which is a junction point for travel in several directions. However, I am obliged to notify you that our roster is complete. We can accept no more applications for travel."
"Perhaps you wish to employ another driver, or attendant, or guard?"
"I have ample personnel," said Varmous. "Still, I thank you for your interest."
Cugel disconsolately entered the inn, which, so he found, had been converted from a theater. The stage now served as a first-class dining hall for persons of fastidious taste, while the pit served as a common room. Sleeping chambers had been built along the balcony and sojourners could overlook both the first-class dining hall and the common room below merely by glancing from their doors.
Cugel presented himself to the office beside the entrance, where a stout woman sat behind a wicket.
"I have just arrived in town," said Cugel in a formal voice. "Important business will occupy me for the better part of a week. I will require food and lodging of excellent quality for the duration of my visit."
"Very good, sir! We will be happy to oblige. Your name?"
"I am Cugel."
"You may now pay over a deposit of fifty terces against charges."
Cugel spoke stiffly: "I prefer to pay at the end of my visit, when I can examine the bill in detail."
"Sir, this is our invariable rule. You would be astonished to learn of the scurrilous vagabonds who try every conceivable trick upon us."