'Caramon,' he said. 'I think we better have a little talk. We used the lances, and we won the war because of them. And so you see…'
The two of them walked off. And I hope Caramon understands the truth about the lances now, though I think it's more likely that he just caught Tanis's cold.
I was on my own, and I started once again to go down to Huma's Tomb when the thought occurred to me.
Huma's Tomb. Again.
Now, please don't misunderstand, all you knights who read this. Huma's Tomb is a most wonderful and solemn and sorrowful and feel-sad-until-you-feel-good kind of place.
But I'd seen about all of it I wanted to see in one lifetime.
Right then I heard Tanis sneeze, and I figured he'd need his handkerchief, which he'd left behind in my pocket, so I decided I'd go take it to him instead.
And I figure that about now Owen Glendower must be looking for that little painting of his that he keeps losing. I plan to give it right back to him… when he leaves Huma's Tomb.
