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The
troubadour
snorted
.
"
I
've
understood
how
sincerely
.
"
"
I
'd
like
to
believe
that
's
true
.
Well
,
go
now
.
Ori
,
show
our
troubadour
to
the
door
.
"
"
Take
care
.
"
Dandilion
got
to
his
feet
.
"
I
wish
you
luck
in
your
work
and
your
personal
life
.
My
regards
,
Philippa
.
Oh
,
and
Dijkstra
!
Those
agents
traipsing
after
me
.
Call
them
off
.
"
"
Of
course
,
"
lied
the
spy
.
Til
call
them
off
.
Is
it
possible
you
do
n't
believe
me
?
"
"
Nothing
of
the
kind
,
"
lied
the
poet
.
"
I
believe
you
.
"
Dandilion
stayed
on
the
Academy
premises
until
evening
.
He
kept
looking
around
attentively
but
did
n't
spot
any
snoops
following
him
.
And
that
was
precisely
what
worried
him
most
.
At
the
Faculty
of
Trouvereship
he
listened
to
a
lecture
on
classical
poetry
.
Then
he
slept
sweetly
through
a
seminar
on
modern
poetry
.
He
was
woken
up
by
some
tutors
he
knew
and
together
they
went
to
the
Department
of
Philosophy
to
take
part
in
a
long-enduring
stormy
dispute
on
"
The
essence
and
origins
of
life
'
.
Before
it
had
even
grown
dark
,
half
of
the
participants
were
outright
drunk
while
the
rest
were
preparing
for
blows
,
out-shouting
each
other
and
creating
a
hullabaloo
hard
to
describe
.
All
this
proved
handy
for
the
poet
.
He
slipped
unseen
into
the
garret
,
clambered
out
by
the
window
vent
,
slid
down
by
way
of
the
gutter
onto
the
roof
of
the
library
,
and
--
nearly
breaking
his
leg
--
jumped
across
onto
the
roof
of
the
dissecting
theatre
.
From
there
he
got
into
the
garden
adjacent
to
the
wall
.
Amidst
the
dense
gooseberry
bushes
he
found
a
hole
which
he
himself
had
made
bigger
when
a
student
.
Beyond
the
hole
lay
the
town
of
Oxenfurt
.
He
merged
into
the
crowd
,
then
quickly
sneaked
down
the
backstreets
,
dodging
like
a
hare
chased
by
hounds
.
When
he
reached
the
coach
house
he
waited
a
good
half
hour
,
hidden
in
the
shadows
.
Not
spotting
anything
suspicious
,
he
climbed
the
ladder
to
the
thatch
and
leaped
onto
the
roof
of
the
house
belonging
to
Wolfgang
Amadeus
Goatbeard
,
a
brewer
he
knew
.
Gripping
the
moss-covered
roof
tiles
,
he
finally
arrived
at
the
window
of
the
attic
he
was
aiming
for
.
An
oil
lamp
was
burning
inside
the
little
room
.
Perched
precariously
on
the
guttering
,
Dandilion
knocked
on
the
lead
frames
.
The
window
was
not
locked
and
gave
way
at
the
slightest
push
.
