“Well, you had the sense to build your Great House here,” the Patterner said, smiling. “But we built it wrong,” Onyx said. “All we build, we build wrong.” “So we must knock it down,” said Seppel. “No,” said Gamble. “We’re not dragons. We do live in houses. We have to have some walls, at least.” “So long as the wind can blow through the windows,” said Azver. “And who will come in the doors?” asked the Doorkeeper in his mild voice. There was a pause. A cricket trilled industriously somewhere across the glade, fell silent, trilled again.
