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Like all perfections, however, this was flawed Each Pleasanzer wanted Werold to argue: for each, an arguus, in the order of his sign: a disputation, pilpulation, orIf he was too busy to make them one of those, aAnd if he couldn’t fit any of those in, everyone settled for a wrangulumentation because, as everyone said within a week of his setting up, "Fie if anyone this side of the firulumentor as Werold ofwhere this Master hails"

Within teeks he had so much work that he had no tian to stuff it in his chimney He was so happy at first that he had no tiht, however, for no reason attached to the nu as that crack opens between your feet on the upper story of your house, and yaider

Everyone in Pleasanz just hired hiuments he rizzled, grabbing a wad ofit in the dusty air tinged, as always, gold froerbread: rye, cardauessed the rest, but he had never found any place where Pleasanz cloth was eous raied Pleasanz tailor And what town doesn’t have a wealth of those?

Though he sought, wandering alone in the hours when the population slept, those places of creation--cloth and clothing--they were not the only places he sought but never found They were er was so a prominent new citizen, as everyone assured him that he was--he could not say to anyone, "If you please, where do you buy your meat and cakes?" The market that he stared out at, only sold shirts and skirts and cloaks Not an egg Not a hen Not a fish or cake nor cabbage He could not find another market

As to a place where he could drink a drop of ale, that was hidden, too He could slorious fererbread--but could he find a tavern? No Nor a place to buy a slice of pease pudding or a pig’s knuckle; nor could he even hear a wo pies Werold could find not a scrap of food in Pleasanz, and was so well bred, everyone said, that he was too encu Pleasanz custos of the day out theonto the street below for the rubbish collectors to take out to duh to sate his hunger without causing his stomach to revolt He had to pinch his nose as he ate To stare at the beauty of the collar of the day, a lace of crisp rolled wafers hung together with suspended loops of icing--then to break it apart wafer by wafer and shove them in his mouth, where his teeth crunched the brown lace, and the loops ue while he tried not to retch A fine shirt, he bunched into a ball and squeezed till it was a pill that he sed At first, these were the easiest to digest, the thicker clothing being too hard to keep down, but by the twenty-first night, he was so hungry he ate a whole padded jerkin, and then worried hiht notice that he was not discarding his dailies as he should

Maybe the ruo around that he did not dress freshly Maybe he would be unwelcome soon Maybe he would starve here, in abject wealth For he had nothing to spend the money on, except for his daily order of wearables--the richest available, only as expected of him--delivered as was the custoht, the twenty-second, he could not eat a thing He picked up a brilliant argument and tossed it to the floor

Then he picked up a wad of ument He turned his head to the door, opened it and did not look back He erbread soles ate he ithout looking back at its great sain, the riverbank

He stripped, tossing everything into the river, and rolled on the dew-laden ground till the revolting smell of Pleasanz had rubbed off

Then he reached into his hiding place in the hedge and pulled out his bundle

Rain had made its way past the thorns and leaves The cloak had been sopped as bread in milk, then dried as a crust Then it had split, and its pieces grew a velvety coat of blue-greenboots, ues Their outsides stunk of gingerbread, but tucked inside each was a galligaskin, the hose soft and thick and unable to stand as ever, and though spotted withat all of Pleasanz His shirt, jerkin, cape, and hat stunk Though the gingerbread cloak was also green with mould on its inside, the s like an evil curse In a fury, he tossed shoes, shirt, jerkin, cape and hat high, over the hedge Then he sat on the grass and shoved the balled stockings in his face