"Thanks," said Kit. "I'll be there."

The priest solemnly pronounced the blessing of Belzor on them all, then took his leave, moving off to

question the occupants of another arriving wagon.

Flint snorted in disdain, dusted the blessing off his clothes. "I don't need the good opinion of any god who

thinks well of snakes. And you, lad. I admit that I don't much take to magic no true dwarf does-but it seems

to me that you're a damn sight better off being a wizard than a follower of Belzor."

"I agree with you, Flint," Raistlin said gravely. This was not the time to remind the dwarf of his many

harangues against

magic in all its shapes and forms. "But it will not hurt me to talk to this priest and find out what this worship of

Belzor entails. Perhaps Belzor is one of the true gods for which we have all been searching. I would like very

much to see these miracles of which they speak."

"Yes, I'm interested in this Belzor myself," said Kitiara. "I think I'll go to the temple tonight. You could come,

too, little brother. All you'd have to do is change clothes and likely they'd never recognize you."

"You're not going to make me go with you, are you?" Caramon asked uneasily. "No disrespect to Belzor, but

I've heard the taverns of Haven are real lively, particularly during fair time, and-"

"No, my brother," Raistlin said curtly. "You do not need to come."

"None of the rest of you need to come," Kit said. "Raist and I are the spiritual members of this family."

"Well, I think you're the crazy members of the family," Caramon stated. "Our first night in Haven, and you

want to go visit a temple. And what was this business about some priestess named Judith?" He stopped, blinked.

"Judith," he repeated, frowning. "Oh." He looked hard at his brother and at Kit. "I'm going-"

"I'm going, too!" said Tas. "Maybe I'll get to see those snakes again, not to mention talking to those who have

already passed over. What does that mean? What did they pass over? The roof?"

"I believe he means that they talk to the dead," Raistlin explained.

Tas's eyes widened. "I've never talked to dead people before. Do you suppose they'll let me speak to Uncle

Trapspringer? Not that we're all that sure he's really dead, mind you. His funeral was sort of confused. The body

was there one minute and gone the next. Uncle Trapspringer tended to be a bit absentminded when he got old,

and some said maybe he just forgot that he was dead and wandered off. Or maybe he tried being dead and didn't

like it, so he came back to life. Or it could be that the undertaker misplaced him. Anyhow, this would be one way

to find out the truth."

"That settles it!" Flint grunted. "I'm not going anywhere near this Temple! It's bad enough talking to a live

kender, let alone a dead one."

"I will go," said Sturm. "It is my duty to go. If they are

performing miracles in the name of Belzor I should bring such news to the knighthood."

"I'll go," said Tanis, but that was understood, since Kitiara was going.

"You're all daft" was Flint's opinion as the wagon joined the rest of those headed for the fairgrounds.

"It looks like we're not going to have quite as much fun as we thought," Kit observed to Raistlin in an undertone,

with a glance in Tanis's direction.

Raistlin paid small attention to her, however. He was keeping a watch for the Herbalists Street, where, according

to Master Theobald, the mageware shop was located.

The streets of Haven were not named at this time, al

though this was one of the civic improvements currently

under consideration, particularly after some adventurer had mentioned that the Palanthians not only named

their streets but also erected signposts with the names written on them for the benefit of the confused traveler.

Travelers to Haven were rarely confused; if you were tall enough, you could see from one end of the village to the

other. However, the High Sheriff of Haven thought signposts an excellent idea and resolved to institute them.

Many of the roads in Haven already had names, logical names that had to do with the nature of the goods sold

along that road, as in Market Street, Mill Street, Blade Street. Other names had to do with the nature of the road

itself, such as Crooked Street or Three Forks, while still others were named after the families who lived on them.

Herbalists Street was easy to find, more with the nose than the eyes.

Scents of rosemary, lavender, sage, and cinnamon drifted on the air, making a pleasant contrast to the strong