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
Bazzard cried out in excitement: "Try the Spell of Internal Effervescence upon Cugel; if it proves fruitless, then we shall know the truth!"
"And if the spell is efficacious?" asked Disserl coldly. "Is this your concept of hospitality?"
"My apologies!" said Bazzard in confusion. "I failed to think the matter through."
"It seems that I must forego the 'Untiring Legs'," said Cugel. "But no matter: I am accustomed to the road, and now I will take my leave."
"Our hopes go with you!" said Vasker. "Boldness and caution: let them work hand in hand!"
"I am grateful for your wise counsel," said Cugel. "Everything now depends upon Iucounu. If avarice dominates his prudence, you shall soon know the enjoyment of your missing organs. Bazzard, our chance acquaintance has yielded profit, so I hope, for all concerned." Cugel departed Llaio.

2 SPATTERLIGHT
WHERE a bridge of black glass crossed the River Sune, Cugel found a marker announcing that he had once again come into the Land of Almery.
The road forked. Old Ferghaz Way followed the Sune, while the Kang Kingdom Marchway, swinging south, crossed the Hanging Hills and so descended into the valley of the River Twish.
Cugel held to the right and so fared west through a countryside of small farmsteads, demarcated one from the other by lines of tall mulgoon trees.
A stream flowed down from the Forest Da to join the Sune; the road crossed over by a bridge of three arches. At the far side, leaning against a damson tree and chewing a straw stood Iucounu.
Cugel halted to stare, and at last decided that he saw, not an apparition nor a yellow-faced hallucination with pendulous jowls, but Iucounu himself. A tawny coat contained the pear-shaped torso; the thin legs were encased in tight pink- and black-striped trousers.
Cugel had not expected to see Iucounu so soon. He leaned forward and peered, as if in doubt. "Am I correct in recognizing Iucounu ?"
"Quite correct," said Iucounu, rolling his yellow eyes in every direction except toward Cugel.
"This is a true surprise!"
Iucounu put his hand to his mouth to conceal a smile. "A pleasant surprise, I hope?"
"Needless to say! I never expected to find you loitering along the wayside, and you quite startled me! Have you been fishing from the bridge? But I see that you carry neither tackle nor bait."
Iucounu slowly turned his head and surveyed Cugel from under drooping eyelids. "I too am surprised to see you back from your travels. Why do you walk so far afield? Your former depredations took place along the Twish."
"I am purposely avoiding my old haunts, and my old habits as well," said Cugel. "Neither have brought me profit."
"In every life comes a time for change," said Iucounu. "I too consider metamorphosis, to an extent which might surprise you." He discarded the straw from his mouth and spoke with energy. "Cugel, you are looking well! Your garments become you, as does that cap! Where did you find so handsome an ornament?"