Date: 2010-04-17 05:06 pm (UTC)
"I've habit," I say mild, shrugging, "of thinking there's far more sense than wisdom to be found these days, and guessing there's maybe no exception in hounds. 's he been with you long?"

I smile. Gaueko drools on my leg. I wonder if it is affectionate or if he is annoyed by his pseudonym.

"And what, mistress, would you call the difference between sense and wisdom?" I say. "Much wisdom is sense worn in, like a shoe, by time, think you not?" I take a sip of my toddy. "Rollo I raised from a pup. Largest of his litter. I lost him, or he lost me, on the road, and sorrow I made, for travelling as I do I have not many constants save the rising and setting of the sun. But as I came to town he found me again, was that not wise of him?" I smile. "Or perhaps as you say it is sense rather than wisdom, but in any case I'll drink to his safe return. Will you join me, mistress?" I ask, for it amuses me to ask Gaueko's pup to sit and salute him.
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