I fought back tears. “This hope of mine is ridiculous. And I’m a fool.” “True enough,” said Tobble. “You were a fool to rescue me.” “You were a fool to trust me,” said Gambler. “You were a fool to believe me,” said Khara. I sighed. How had it come to this? “Well,” I said at last, “It seems we agree that I am a fool.” “So, my fool of a dairne,” Khara said. “Which way?” We turned north.
