I'll think of something," he temporized, and Horace nodded wisely, satisfied that Halt would indeed think of something. In Horace's world, that was what Rangers did best, and the best thing a warrior apprentice could do was let the Ranger get on with thinking while a warrior took care of walloping anyone who needed to be walloped along the way. He settled back in the saddle, contented with his lot in life.

Then the two friends leaned back and watched the sun rise clear of the trees. “Best time of day,” said Will. Yes,” Horace agreed. “What’s for breakfast?

Sometimes I'm so devious I confuse myself.

I'll be needing a bridesmaid',she said.'A tall one. That way, I'll look more petite and feminine.

Several of them were discussing this in low tones as they waited for Halt to arrive - until they realized that he was already among them. They weren't used to this. Kings were supposed to sweep into a room majestically - not suddenly appear without anyone seeing their arrival.

You're an Apprentice! You're not ready to think!" Gilan and Halt. The Ruins of Gorlan.

If they invent a four legged chicken," Will said, "Horace will think he's gone to Heaven.