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sea
and
the
somewhat
stronger
stink
of
hydrogen
sulphide
from
the
direction
of
the
grand
edifice
of
the
Department
of
Alchemy
which
towered
above
the
canal
.
Grey
and
yellow
linnets
warbled
amongst
the
shrubs
in
the
park
adjacent
to
the
students
"
dormitories
,
while
an
orang-utan
sat
on
the
poplar
having
,
no
doubt
,
escaped
from
the
zoological
gardens
in
the
Department
of
Natural
History
.
Not
wasting
any
time
,
the
poet
marched
briskly
through
the
labyrinth
of
lanes
and
hedges
.
He
knew
the
University
grounds
like
the
back
of
his
hand
--
and
no
wonder
,
considering
he
had
studied
there
for
four
years
,
then
had
lectured
for
a
year
in
the
Faculty
of
Trouvereship
and
Poetry
.
The
post
of
lecturer
had
been
offered
to
him
when
he
had
passed
his
final
exams
with
full
marks
,
to
the
astonishment
of
professors
with
whom
he
had
earned
the
reputation
of
lazybones
,
rake
and
idiot
during
his
studies
.
Then
,
when
,
after
several
years
of
roaming
around
the
country
with
his
lute
,
his
fame
as
a
minstrel
had
spread
far
and
wide
,
the
Academy
had
taken
great
pains
to
have
him
visit
and
give
guest
lectures
.
Dandilion
yielded
to
their
requests
only
sporadically
,
for
his
love
of
wandering
was
constantly
at
odds
with
his
predilection
for
comfort
,
luxury
and
a
regular
income
.
And
also
,
of
course
,
with
his
liking
for
the
town
of
Oxenfurt
.
He
looked
back
.
The
two
individuals
,
not
having
purchased
any
ocarinas
,
pipes
or
violins
,
strode
behind
him
at
a
distance
,
paying
great
attention
to
the
treetops
and
facades
.
Whistling
lightheartedly
the
poet
changed
direction
and
made
towards
the
mansion
which
housed
the
Faculty
of
Medicine
and
Herbology
.
The
lane
leading
to
the
faculty
swarmed
with
female
students
wearing
characteristic
pale
green
cloaks
.
Dandilion
searched
intently
for
familiar
faces
.
"
Shani
!
"
A
young
medical
student
with
dark
red
hair
cropped
just
below
her
ears
raised
her
head
from
a
volume
on
anatomy
and
got
up
from
her
bench
.
"
Dandilion
!
"
She
smiled
,
squinting
her
happy
,
hazel
eyes
.
"
I
have
n't
seen
you
for
years
!
Come
on
,
I
'll
introduce
you
to
my
friends
.
They
adore
your
poems
"
"
Later
,
"
muttered
the
bard
.
"
Look
discreetly
over
there
,
Shani
.
See
those
two
?
"
"
Snoops
.
