It is not Rufus' fault that he is a sot, Johnathan. You see, the children of the villa found him in the desert when he was but a humpless baby, alone and thirsty. His mother lay dead beside him and the baby's cries could be heard for miles around. The children of my master gently brought him home and gave him wine to drink, for they had seen how it rejuvenated their father. He has loved the taste of the liquid ever since. The baby camel grew to love the children and they him. Because of his red-hair, they named their new friend Rufus. They were kind enough to loan him to me for my journey, but only after I promised I would return him to the villa unharmed.
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