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...i Made Some More Threats. I've Got This Big Knife Back Here." He Poked His Thumb Over His Shoulder. "it Attracts A Lot Of Attention Sometimes.

It's One Of The Advantages Of Being A Woman. I Get To Do All Sorts Of Unfair Things, And You Have To Accept Them Because You're Too Polite Not To. --polgara

Whatever Happened To Him?" Silk Asked. "he Went Swimming In The Nedrane." "i Didn't Know That Thulls Swam All That Well." "they Don't–particularly Not With Large Rocks Tied To Their Feet.

Contemporary Fantasists All Bow Politely To Lord Tennyson And Papa Tolkien, Then Step Around Them To Go Back To The Original Texts For Inspiration--and There Are A Lot Of Those Texts. We Have King Arthur And His Gang In English; We've Got Siegfried And Brunhild In German; Charlemagne And Roland In French; El Cid In Spanish; Sigurd The Volsung In Icelandic; And Assorted 'myghtiest Knights On Lyfe' In A Half-dozen Other Cultures. Without Shame, We Pillage Medieval Romance For All We're Worth.

I'm Truly Amazed At You, Garion," Polgara Said. "i Didn't Think You Had The Faintest Idea Of How To Speak A Civilized Language." "thank You," He Said, "i Think.