| TOLD THE FALSE STORY].
"I found the story he told Oterel and myself more feasible," said Corman. "I thought your Hold bred herdbeasts, Lord Corman," said I to the "Doubting Thomas". "My hold does breed herdbeasts, but what does that have to do with this?" "To be completely frank, sir, I thought you'd be able to spot a pile of herdbeast excrement. The reason being is that that was what I threw at you -excrement," mixed laughter from all present, "That story was concocted for any who asked about my background. To be brief -I know it's too late, Meron!- you did not believe it earlier, why believe it now?" "It is not as fanciful as the story you just told," he retorted, confidence, really arrogance, building as he spoke. "You believed that... that I fashioned tools out of rock, and cut down those Southern trees which are almost as hard!!" I paused to cool down, "Sirs, I am truly sorry for my insolence, but those Southern trees, even the softwoods, could dull the sharpest axe in no time," I reported to them all. I watched as others seemed to fall in and look at Corman scornfully. "I would like to hear this other story," announced Meron, "and judge it for myself." "Fine," I told them the other story even filling in what Oterel and Corman asked. When all had been said many were laughing, including Corman. "True wherry teeth, I believe the other tale much more strongly now," chortled Larad, who was seconded by many. Just then there was a fusillade of raps on the Hall door, and after Groghe and |
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