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an
exceptionally
keen
mind
.
And
considerable
authority
.
A
popular
saying
at
King
Vizimir
's
court
held
that
if
Dijkstra
states
it
is
noon
yet
darkness
reigns
all
around
,
it
is
time
to
start
worrying
about
the
fate
of
the
sun
.
At
present
,
however
,
the
poet
had
other
reasons
to
worry
.
"
Dandilion
,
"
said
Dijkstra
sleepily
,
crossing
the
cachalots
over
the
whale
,
"
you
thick-headed
halfwit
.
You
unmitigated
dunce
.
Do
you
have
to
spoil
everything
you
touch
?
Could
n't
you
,
just
once
in
your
life
,
do
something
right
?
I
know
you
ca
n't
think
for
yourself
.
I
know
you
're
almost
forty
,
look
almost
thirty
,
think
you
're
just
over
twenty
and
act
as
though
you
're
barely
ten
.
And
being
aware
of
this
,
I
usually
furnish
you
with
precise
instructions
.
I
tell
you
what
you
have
to
do
,
when
you
have
to
do
it
and
how
you
're
to
go
about
it
.
And
I
regularly
get
the
impression
that
I
'm
talking
to
a
stone
wall
.
"
"
I
,
on
the
other
hand
,
"
retorted
the
poet
,
feigning
insolence
,
"
regularly
have
the
impression
that
you
talk
simply
to
exercise
your
lips
and
tongue
.
So
get
to
the
point
,
and
eliminate
the
figures
of
speech
and
fruitless
rhetoric
.
What
are
you
getting
at
this
time
?
"
They
were
sitting
at
a
large
oak
table
amongst
bookshelves
crammed
with
volumes
and
piled
with
rolls
of
parchment
,
on
the
top
floor
of
the
vice-chancellor
's
offices
,
in
leased
quarters
which
Dijkstra
had
amusingly
named
the
Faculty
of
Most
Contemporary
History
and
Dandilion
called
the
Faculty
of
Comparative
Spying
and
Applied
Sabotage
.
There
were
,
including
the
poet
,
four
present
-
apart
from
Dijkstra
,
two
other
people
took
part
in
the
conversation
.
One
of
these
was
,
as
usual
,
Ori
Reuven
,
the
aged
and
eternally
sniffing
secretary
to
the
chief
of
Redanian
spies
.
The
other
was
no
ordinary
person
.
"
You
know
very
well
what
I
'm
getting
at
,
"
Dijkstra
replied
coldly
.
"
However
,
since
you
clearly
enjoy
playing
the
idiot
I
wo
n't
spoil
your
game
and
will
explain
using
simple
words
.
Or
maybe
you
'd
like
to
make
use
of
this
privilege
,
Philippa
?
"
Dandilion
glanced
at
the
fourth
person
present
at
the
meeting
,
who
until
then
had
remained
silent
.
Philippa
Eilhart
must
have
only
recently
arrived
in
Oxenfurt
,
or
was
perhaps
intending
to
leave
at
once
,
since
she
wore
neither
a
dress
nor
her
favourite
black
agate
jewellery
nor
any
sharp
makeup
.
She
was
wearing
a
man
's
short
jacket
,
leggings
and
high
boots
--
a
"
field
"
outfit
as
the
poet
called
it
.
The
enchantress
's
dark
hair
,
usually
loose
and
worn
in
a
picturesque
mess
,
was
brushed
smooth
and
tied
back
at
the
nape
of
her
neck
.
