The Weir is the seventeenth chapter of Taran Wanderer. Here the hero learns that luck is what you make of it using your senses and skills.

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Taran stayed with Llonio at his peculiar farmhold, full of baskets, nets and weirs, on the Small Avren. From a stone that had tripped him in the woods, Taran made a wind mill to grind the grain Llonio had pulled from his weir.

After taking pride in the mill, Taran grew restless and moved on. In parting, he asked for the secret of the man's luck. Llonio explained that he watched for needful things and had the skill and knowledge to make them useful.

"Trust your luck, Taran Wanderer," Llonio called after Taran as he left on his way to the Free Commots. "But don't forget to put out your nets!"

Taran Wanderer
1. Who Am I? | 2. Cantrev Cadiffor | 3. Goryon and Gast | 4. A Matter of Cows | 5. A Judgement | 6. A Frog | 7. Friends in Danger | 8. The Wall of Thorns | 9. The Hand of Morda | 10. The Broken Spell | 11. Dorath | 12. The Wager | 13. The Lost Lamb | 14. The End of Summer | 15. The Open Cage | 16. Taran Wanderer | 17. The Weir | 18. The Free Commots | 19. The Potter's Wheel | 20. The Spoilers | 21. The Mirror
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