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  1. TALES OF THE THE DYING EARTH
  2. Table of Contents
  3. The Dying Earth
  4. The Dying Earth
  5. 1. TURJAN OF MIIR
  6. 2. MAZIRIAN THE MAGICIAN
  7. 3. T'SAIS
  8. 4. LIANE THE WAYFARER
  9. 5. ULAN DHOR
  10. 6. GUYAL OF SFERE
  11. The Eyes of the Overworld
  12. Cugels Saga
  13. Cugels Saga
  14. CHAPTER I FROM SHANGLESTONE STRAND TO SASKERVOY
  15. CHAPTER II FROM SASKERVOY TO TUSTVOLD MUD-FLATS
  16. CHAPTER III FROM TUSTVOLD TO PORT PERDUSZ
  17. CHAPTER IV FROM PORT PERDUSZ TO KASPARA VITATUS
  18. CHAPTER V FROM KASPARA VITATUS TO CUIRNIF
  19. CHAPTER VI FROM CUIRNIF TO PERGOLO
  20. Rhialto the Marvellous
  21. Rhilato the Marvellous
  22. Foreword
  23. 1 The Murthe
  24. 2 Fader's Waft
  25. 3 Morreion
  26. 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."