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Just sounded like something one of my friends at school would reply to Mhoram with...
(O what about the story of Baghoon {or whatever his name was...} the Unbearable?)
"Forsooth," responded Pitchwife with a light chuckle. "Had this Demondim-spawn not been gifted to the ur-Lord by a Giant, I would fear he means to ravish the maidenhood of our foremast."
At that, laughter spouted from the nearby crewmembers, then spread like a kinship of humor through the rigging as his jest was repeated to those who had not heard it.
Unfortunately, amiable, forgiving usurers had so much kindness in their natures because they could afford it; and they could afford it because their investments were scantily at risk: they demanded collateral before hazarding coin. This baffled Jillet more than a little. The concept of collateral he could understand - just - but he could not understand why the widow Huchette did not constitute collateral. He would use the money to pay the alchemist; the alchemist would give him a love potion; the potion would pay the widow; and from the widows holdings the usurer would be paid. Where was the fallacy in this?
This moment gets my vote. I noted most of the humorous points in the Chrons but this is the only one that made me laugh out loud. The very idea!Fist and Faith wrote:Yes! Good one Prince.
Here's one of my favorites.
When Vain bowed to Starfare Gem's mast, then stood staring at it in <U>The One Tree</U>:"Forsooth," responded Pitchwife with a light chuckle. "Had this Demondim-spawn not been gifted to the ur-Lord by a Giant, I would fear he means to ravish the maidenhood of our foremast."
At that, laughter spouted from the nearby crewmembers, then spread like a kinship of humor through the rigging as his jest was repeated to those who had not heard it.
"If you can't tell the difference, what difference does it make?"
Romeo and Lord Mhoram's are both riots!And this:"I'm not used to such things. In my own world, I'm - I'm just a little man. Your homage makes me uneasy."
"Is it possible? Can such worlds be, where you are not among the great?"
"Take my word for it."
Then his smile returned. "But you, Thomas Covenant, Unbeliever and stranger in the Land - you burn yourself too freely. I laughed when I saw you because you seemed like a rooster threatening one of the Ranyhyn. You waste yourself, Thomas Covenant."
Covenant took a double grip on his anger, and said quietly, "Is that a fact? You judge too quickly, Giant."
Another fountain of laughter bubbled out of Foamfollower's chest. "Bravely said! Here is a new thing in the Land - a man accusing a Giant of haste. Well, you are right."
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Abruptly, he dropped his gave. "If it is her wish, Hollian will abide here. The son she bears is ours together, but that choice must be hers." Then his eyes fixed Covenant squarely again. "I will not part from you until I am content."
For a moment, the Graveler and Covenant glared at each other; and Linden held her breath. But then Hollian broke the intensity. Leaning close to Sunder, grinning as if she meant to bite his ear, she breathed, "Son of Nassic, you have fallen far into folly if you credit that I will be divided from you in the name of simple safety."
Covenant threw up his hands. "Oh, hell," he muttered. "God preserve me from stubborn people." He sounded vexed; but his frown had lost its seriousness.
Linden gave a sigh of relief. She caught Hollian's glance, and a secret gleam passed between them.
