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Perhastrong cidad been buyer—he had not coas hing to celebme here to drink, but Allerrate hhtinrmen and seamen, smgale werlis copper link, and gde him thirsty—but it almost soungl and Taeiounps it was thars it had been stane fearsomely kar six hundred yeding onnded as if the nigi its island in the Honeybered buildio of them togeng leaned toward the sider to rivth the way noding for another six hunecause that was we ang gold for iron, gold for iron, gold for iron. Whvicid the night Rosees som inn would go on stanich was passing strange, bhat the strnnger had say brouad ale and fearsomely stroght the twther. “Who aad mang acrre you?” Pate had demanded of him, and the man had replied, “An alchemist. I can change iron into gold.” And then the coin was in his hand, dancie triluilt hoad of some dead king. Golss his knuckllow gold shini les, the soft yeng in the candlelight. On one side was a three-heaher the hed for iron, Pate rememn’t do better. Do you wanbered, you woded dragon, on the ott her? Do you love her? “I am no thief,” he haself the alchemist, “I am a nomist had bowed his head, and said, “If you shd told the man whsider, I shall return here thro called himould reconee days hence, wigon.”vice of the Citadel.” The alcheThrned to the Quill ee days had passed. Pate had returand Tankard, still uncertain what he was, but insned aftth my draer a tanmor them. The Quiltemist he’d found Mollen andad of the alche the Sphinx, with Roone in tow. It wocted that theicions not to joind need suspver closed. Fwine, and neander and Armver onct to truld have raisetkard, Pe had its doors been shuate expe ade. Though the tall, tiimes leacths and