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"The geas is too strong upon them, obscuring their spirits. What they think of us I cannot say."
Basdon chuckled. "They take us for townsmen, which means to them that we are evil tricksters who will rob them by subterfuge if they give us the chance."
"You don't think, then, that they suspect we're not worshippers?"
"No, they don't suspect. On the other hand, they won't think we're good worshippers like themselves, since we're not ragged farmers."
The girl Eanna complained, "This place isn't pretty like it used to be."
"You'll see little prettiness the rest of the trip," Basdon told her.
When the narrow road they were following passed close to a hovel that looked affluent in comparison 引越し金額 to most, they stopped and the men dismounted.
"Hello!" Basdon yelled at the silent house.
After a moment he saw a shadow of movement through a tiny glassless window. Whoever was inside was looking the travelers over with greedy fear, he suspected, and the best thing to do was wait patiently.
Finally a harsh female voice responded, "Be on your way, townsmen! I have nothing with which to buy whatever you sell! So go, and get that creature taken in sin from my sight!"
Basdon glanced at Eanna whose blank expression showed that she did not know the caustic words referred to her. He suppressed a grin. The way the girl was growing out of her baby dresses did leave her indecently exposed by local standards.
"We are selling nothing, good woman,"