“Orion sniffed. “Good. Then, Worthy Centaur, perhaps you could give me a ride to the village on your back. Then I can make a few pennies with my verses while you build us a shack and perform circus tricks for passersby.” This was such a surprising statement that Foaly briefly considered jumping into the hole to get away. “This isn’t Middle Earth, you know. We’re not in a novel. I am not noble, neither do I have a repertoire of circus tricks.” Orion seemed disappointed. “Can you juggle at least?”
