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Long callers hooted, relaying their story ahead. By the time they reached the harbor they were heroes, two packs who had stolen (unspecified) treasure from the villains of the north. They sailed around a breakwater that hadn't existed on Peregrine's last trip, and tied in at the moorage. The pier was crowded with soldiers and wagons. Townspeople were all over the road leading up to the city walls. This was as close to a mob scene as you could get and still have room for sober thought. Scriber bounced out of the boat and pranced about in obvious delight at the cheers from the hillside. "Quickly! We must speak with the Woodcarver." Wickwrackscar picked up the canvas bag that held the alien's picture box, and climbed carefully out of the boat. He was dizzy from the beating the alien had given him. Scar's fore-tympanum had been cut in the attack. For a moment he lost track of himself. The pier was very strange -- stone at first glance,Mbt Wingu Black, but walled with a spongy black material he hadn't seen since the Southseas; it should be brittle here.... Where am I? I should be happy about something, some victory. He paused to regroup. After a moment both the pain and his thoughts sharpened; he would be like this for days yet, at least. Get help for the alien. Get it ashore. King Woodcarver's Lord Chamberlain was a mostly overweight dandy; Peregrine had not expected to see such at Woodcarvers. But the fellow became instantly cooperative when he saw the alien. He brought a doctor down to look at the Two-Legs (and incidentally, at Peregrine). The alien had gained strength in the last two days, but there had been no more violence. They got it ashore without much trouble. It stared at Peregrine out of its flat face,mbt boots, a look he knew was impotent rage. He touched Scar's head thoughtfully ... the Two-Legs was just waiting for the best opportunity to do more damage. Minutes later, the travelers were in kherhog-drawn carriages, rolling up the cobblestone street toward the city walls. Soldiers cleared the way through the crowd. Scriber Jaqueramaphan waved this way and that, the handsome hero. By now Peregrine knew the shy insecurity that lurked within Scriber. This might be the high point of his whole life till now. Even if he wanted it,mbt tataga black, Wickwrackscar could not be so expansive. With one of Scar's tympana hurt, wild gestures made him lose track of his thoughts. He hunkered down on the carriage seats and looked out in all directions: But for the shape of the outer harbor,mbt panda black, the place was not at all what he remembered from fifty years ago. In most parts of the world,Justin Bieber Beats, not much changed in fifty years. A pilgrim returning after such an interval might even be bored by the sameness. But this ... it was almost scary. The huge breakwater was new. There were twice as many piers,mbt tariki, and multiboats with flags he had never seen on this side of the world.