“Folly leads not on so good a path. We will call it Fate.”
“At your will.”
“Or perchance it were better to term it good sense.”
“Good sense,” said Peregrine, “having forethought in plenty gives the surplus of her wares to those she takes in hand. By which token I doubt me ’twas hers led me hither.”
The big man laughed. “We’ll quarrel not as to the guide. ’Tis good enough that you are here.”
“Humph!” said Peregrine, “maybe. But now that I am here what comes next in order?”
“That you enter the Castle.”
“A very friendly suggestion,” quoth Peregrine. “I would however point out that I bring no letter of credentials.”
The big man laughed again, this time rather queerly. “For that matter the fact that you have found your way hither is in itself full enough credential. We are not inhospitable. Also I might suggest that you have no credential from us.”
Peregrine shrugged his shoulders. “’Twere a pretty thing if a beggar should demand credentials from the man who gave him alms, or the wanderer from the man who offered him a shelter. An’ he did so he were a fool might well go drown in his own folly.”