than they had
than they had been before. Almost caressing, now; and my own, the same. The touches were not those of lovemaking. The tight quarters would have made that quite impossible, leaving aside anything else. But if she—and I, for that matter—still thought our feelings for each other were well-nigh insane, neither of us would any longer pretend they didn’t exist.
When we emerged from the thicket at sundown the next day, Gwendolyn studied me for a moment. The furs and assorted leather rags I was now clad in seemed to meet her approval. But when her eyes fell upon my feet, she chuckled and shook her head.
“When we reach the Mutt, we really have to get you a decent pair of boots. Those—things—you’re wearing are almost worn out, and besides, I’d be too embarrassed to be seen with you. Me, Gwendolyn Greyboar, cozy with an Ozarine down to his pointed patent leather shoes! No, it just won’t do.”
PART IX
In Which, Sad
to Relate, Our Narration
of the Further Adventures of
the Wizard and His Loyal But Stupid
Apprentice is Cast Into Disarray
By a Truly Unfortunate
Chronicler’s Mishap.
CHAPTER X.
The Dwarf’s Question. The Wizard’s Reproof. The Dwarf’s Question. The Wizard’s Reproof. The Dwarf’s Question. The Wizard’s Bemusement. The Dwarf Is Dispatched On a Perilous Journey—Into the Very Darkest Interior of the Sack! Adventures Too Overwhelming to Relate In Detail! Alas! Suffice It To Say—
“Why did he say that, master?” queried Shelyid, as the coach lurched into motion. His question was in regard to the driver’s announcement that passengers should bring their own provisions for the first two days of the journey, as no roadway inn could be constructed in the Drear.
“Bah!” oathed Zulkeh. “More to the point, gnome, is the question: Why did he say that three seconds before departure, thus ensuring that no time would be available for the acquisition of said necessities? An outrage!” He fell into a brooding
When we emerged from the thicket at sundown the next day, Gwendolyn studied me for a moment. The furs and assorted leather rags I was now clad in seemed to meet her approval. But when her eyes fell upon my feet, she chuckled and shook her head.
“When we reach the Mutt, we really have to get you a decent pair of boots. Those—things—you’re wearing are almost worn out, and besides, I’d be too embarrassed to be seen with you. Me, Gwendolyn Greyboar, cozy with an Ozarine down to his pointed patent leather shoes! No, it just won’t do.”
PART IX
In Which, Sad
to Relate, Our Narration
of the Further Adventures of
the Wizard and His Loyal But Stupid
Apprentice is Cast Into Disarray
By a Truly Unfortunate
Chronicler’s Mishap.
CHAPTER X.
The Dwarf’s Question. The Wizard’s Reproof. The Dwarf’s Question. The Wizard’s Reproof. The Dwarf’s Question. The Wizard’s Bemusement. The Dwarf Is Dispatched On a Perilous Journey—Into the Very Darkest Interior of the Sack! Adventures Too Overwhelming to Relate In Detail! Alas! Suffice It To Say—
“Why did he say that, master?” queried Shelyid, as the coach lurched into motion. His question was in regard to the driver’s announcement that passengers should bring their own provisions for the first two days of the journey, as no roadway inn could be constructed in the Drear.
“Bah!” oathed Zulkeh. “More to the point, gnome, is the question: Why did he say that three seconds before departure, thus ensuring that no time would be available for the acquisition of said necessities? An outrage!” He fell into a brooding