Gustav Klimt Women Friends painting

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The magician calmly held out his glass, and filled it himself when Drinn refused. "Well, he got one somewhere, and good for him. But how could he have come by your little cat-baby?"
Drinn said, "He walks in Hagsgate at night, not often, but now and then. Many of us have seen him—tall Haggard, gray as driftwood, prowling alone under an iron moon, picking up dropped coins, broken dishes, spoons, stones, handkerchiefs, rings, stepped-on apples; anything, everything, no reason to it. It was Haggard who took the child. I am as certain of it as I am certain that Prince Lir is the one who will topple the tower and sink Haggard and Hagsgate together."
"I hope he is," Molly broke in. "I hope Prince LIT is that baby you left to die, and I hope he drowns your town, and I hope the fish nibble you bare as corncobs—"
Schmendrick kicked her ankle as hard as he could, for the listeners were beginning to hiss like embers, and a few were rising to their feet. He asked again, "What is it you wish of me?"
"You are on your way to Haggard's castle, I believe." Schmendrick nodded. "Ah," Drinn said. "Now, a clever magician would find it simple to become friendly with Prince Lir, who is reputed to be a young man of eagerness and curiosity. A clever magician might be acquainted with all