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The
poet
shuddered
and
spurred
his
gelding
on
.
He
looked
back
surreptitiously
.
Two
people
who
had
been
following
in
his
tracks
since
the
town
hall
stopped
at
the
barber-shop
pretending
to
ponder
over
the
price
of
the
barber
's
services
displayed
on
a
chalkboard
.
Dandilion
did
not
let
himself
be
deceived
.
He
knew
what
really
interested
them
.
He
rode
on
.
He
passed
the
enormous
building
of
the
bawdy-house
The
Rosebud
,
where
he
knew
refined
services
either
unknown
or
simply
unpopular
in
other
corners
of
the
world
were
offered
.
For
some
time
his
rational
mind
struggled
against
his
character
and
that
desire
to
enter
for
an
hour
.
Reason
triumphed
.
Dandilion
sighed
and
rode
on
towards
the
university
trying
not
to
look
in
the
direction
of
the
taprooms
from
which
issued
the
sounds
of
merriment
.
Yes
,
what
more
can
be
said
--
the
troubadour
loved
the
town
of
Oxenfurt
.
He
looked
around
once
more
.
The
two
individuals
had
not
made
use
of
the
barber
's
services
,
although
they
most
certainly
should
have
.
At
present
they
were
standing
outside
a
musical
instrument
shop
,
pretending
to
ponder
over
the
clay
ocarinas
.
The
shopkeeper
was
falling
over
himself
praising
his
goods
and
counting
on
making
some
money
.
Dandilion
knew
there
was
nothing
to
count
on
.
He
directed
his
horse
towards
the
Philosophers
"
Gate
,
the
main
gate
to
the
Academy
.
He
dealt
swiftly
with
the
formalities
,
which
consisted
of
signing
into
a
guest
book
and
someone
taking
his
gelding
to
the
stables
.
Beyond
the
Philosophers
"
Gate
a
different
world
greeted
him
.
The
college
land
was
excluded
from
the
ordinary
infrastructure
of
town
buildings
;
unlike
the
town
it
was
not
a
place
of
dogged
struggle
for
every
square
yard
of
space
.
Everything
here
was
practically
as
the
elves
had
left
it
.
Wide
lanes
--
laid
with
colourful
gravel
--
between
neat
,
eye-pleasing
little
palaces
,
open-work
fences
,
walls
,
hedges
,
canals
,
bridges
,
flower-beds
and
green
parks
had
been
crushed
in
only
a
few
places
by
some
huge
,
crude
mansion
constructed
in
later
,
post-elven
times
.
Everything
was
clean
,
peaceful
and
dignified
--
any
kind
of
trade
or
paid
service
was
forbidden
here
,
not
to
mention
entertainment
or
carnal
pleasures
.
Students
,
absorbed
in
large
books
and
parchments
,
strolled
along
the
lanes
.
Others
,
sitting
on
benches
,
lawns
and
in
flower-beds
,
repeated
their
homework
to
each
other
,
discussed
or
discreetly
played
at
evens
or
odds
,
leapfrog
,
pile-up
or
other
games
demanding
intelligence
.
Professors
engrossed
in
conversation
or
debate
also
strolled
here
with
dignity
and
decorum
.
Younger
tutors
milled
around
with
their
eyes
glued
to
the
backsides
of
female
students
.
Dandilion
ascertained
with
joy
that
,
since
his
day
,
nothing
had
changed
in
the
Academy
.
A
breeze
swept
,
in
from
the
Delta
carrying
the
faint
scent
of
the
