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"A week's rest in a good pasture, perhaps," Durnik answered with a wry
smile.
Garion laughed. "I think we could all use a week's rest in a good
pasture."
"You've really grown, Garion," Durnik observed as he lifted another
horse's hind hoof to examine it for cuts or bruises.
Garion glanced at his arm and saw that his wrist stuck an inch or two
out of his sleeve. "Most of my clothes still fit - pretty much," he
replied.
"That's not the way I meant." Durnik hesitated. "What's it like,
Garion? Being able to do things the way you do?"
"It scares me, Durnik," Garion admitted quietly. "I didn't really want
any of this, but it didn't give me any choice."
"You mustn't let it frighten you, you know," Durnik said, carefully
lowering the horse's hoof. "If it's part of you, it's part of you just
like being tall or having blond hair."
"It's not really like that, Durnik. Being tall or having blond hair
doesn't hurt anybody. This can."
Durnik looked out at the long shadows of the ridge stretching away from
the newly risen sun. "You just have to learn to be careful with it, that's
all. When I was about your age, I found out that I was much stronger than
the other young men in our village - probably because I worked in the
smithy. I didn't want to hurt anybody, so I wouldn't wrestle with my
friends. One of them thought I was a coward because of that and he pushed
me around for about six months until I finally lost my temper."
"Did you fight him?"
Durnik nodded. "It wasn't really much of a contest. After it was over,
he realized that I wasn't a coward after all.
We even got to be good friends again - after his bones all healed up
and he got used to the missing teeth."
Garion grinned at him, and Durnik smiled back a bit ruefully. "I was
ashamed of myself afterward, of course."
Garion felt very close to this plain, solid man. Durnik was his oldest
friend- s omebody he could always count on.
"What I'm trying to say, Garion," Durnik continued seriously, "is that
you can't go through life being afraid of what you are. If you do that,
sooner or later somebody will come along who'll misunderstand, and you'll
have to do something to show him that it's not him that you're afraid of.
When it goes that far, it's usually much worse for you - and for him, too."
"As it was with Asharak?"
Durnik nodded. "It's always best in the long run to be what you are. It
isn't proper to behave as if you were more, but it isn't good to behave as
if you were less, either. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"

"The whole problem seems to be finding out just exactly what you really
are," Garion observed.
Durnik smiled again. "That's the part that gets most of us in trouble
at times," he agreed. Suddenly the smile fell away from his face and he
gasped. Then he fell writhing to the ground, clutching at his stomach.
"Durnik!" Garion cried, "What's wrong?"