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The Riddlemaster of Hed Patricia A. McKillip ?? Contents 1. 4 2. 18 3. 31 4. 45 5. 59 6. 72 7. 85 8. 97 9. 111 10. 124 11. 139 For Carol the first eleven chapters 1 ?? Morgon of Hed met the High One’s harpist one autumn day when the trade-ships docked at Tol for the season’s exchange of goods. A small boy caught sight of the round-hulled ships with their billowing sails striped red and blue and green, picking their way among the tiny fishing boats in the distance, and ran up the coast from Tol to Akren, the house of Morgon, Prince of Hed. There he disrupted an argument, gave his message, and sat down at the long, nearly deserted tables to forage whatever was left of breakfast. The Prince of Hed, who was recovering slowly from the effects of loading two carts of beer for trading the evening before, ran a reddened eye over the tables and shouted for his sister. “But, Morgon,” said Harl Stone, one of his farmers, who had a shock of hair grey as a grindstone and a body like a sack of grain. “What about the white bull from An you said you wanted? The wine can wait—“ “What,” Morgon said, “about the grain still in Wyndon Amory’s storage barn in east Hed? Someone has to bring it to Tol for the traders. Why doesn’t anything ever get done around here?” “We loaded the beer,” his brother Eliard, clear-eyed and malicious reminded him. “Thank you. Where is Tristan? Tristan!” “What!” Tristan of Hed said irritably behind him, holding the ends of her dark, unfinished braids in her fists. “Get the wine now and the bull next spring,” Cannon Master,
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