Book 1, Chapter Six: The Wonder Stone, Pages 121 and 122
Now, my friends, at one point in your life you must have had been in the home of a relative who collected many things and filled their house with the trinkets of their adventures. This is the same with the Lady, whose house is wall-to-wall, ceiling-to-floor covered by countless bobbles: windchimes and dried leaves of the sun and moon and metal griffins, peacock automata and turtle sculpture, and bottles of medicine, and jars of beer and flour, and pillows at the counter where her guests would sit by the window, to be served trays of honey cakes. Just the same as the Servant and Alexander.
“If I may ask…” asks the Lady. “Where does king Alexander intend to travel?”
Alexander, mouth stuffed with cake, waves his hand at the Servant, granting him authority to answer on behalf.
The Servant replies, “Dear host, we’re on a quest for the Water of Life.”
The Lady smiles kindly. “Oh, this. You have quite the journey ahead of you both.”
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