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Lelldorin shrugged "There are so e of starvation"

"Mimbrate taxes," Lelldorin replied as if that explained everything

"You seeh to eat"

"I'm not a serf, Garion," Lelldorin answered patiently "The poorest people always suffer the most It's the way the world is"

"It doesn't have to be," Garion retorted

"You just don't understand"

"No And I never will"

"Naturally not," Lelldorin said with infuriating complacency "You're not Arendish"

Garion clenched his teeth to hold back the obvious reply

By late afternoon they had covered ten leagues, and the snow had largely disappeared froht to where we're going to spend the night, father?" Aunt Pol suggested

Mister Wolf scratched thoughtfully at his beard as he squinted at the shadows hovering in the trees around them

"I have an uncle who lives not far froen I'ive us shelter"

"Thin?" Mister Wolf asked "Dark hair?"

"It's gray now," Lelldorin replied "Do you know him?"

"I haven't seen him for twenty years," Wolf told him "As I recall, he used to be quite a hothead"

"Uncle Reldegen? You arath"

"Maybe," Wolf said "How far is it to his house?"

"No o see him," Wolf decided

Lelldorin shook his reins and moved into the lead to show the?" Silk asked, falling in beside Garion

"Fine, I suppose," Garion replied, not quite sure how the rat-faced little man intended the question "It seeh"

"That's only natural," Silk observed "He's an Arend, after all"

Garion quickly came to Lelldorin's defense "He's honest and very brave"