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"
Who
said
anything
about
him
being
a
swineherd
?
"
said
Brother
Watchtower
.
"
I
never
said
he
was
a
swineherd
.
What
’
s
this
about
swineherds
?
"
"
He
’
s
got
a
point
,
though
,
"
said
Brother
Plasterer
.
"
He
’
s
generally
a
swineherd
or
a
forester
or
similar
,
your
basic
skion
.
It
’
s
to
do
with
being
in
wossname
.
Cognito
.
They
’
ve
got
to
appear
to
be
of
,
you
know
,
humble
origins
.
"
"
Nothing
special
about
humble
origins
,
"
said
a
very
small
Brother
,
who
seemed
to
consist
entirely
of
a
little
perambulatory
black
robe
with
halitosis
.
"
I
’
ve
got
lots
of
humble
origins
.
In
my
family
we
thought
swineherding
was
a
posh
job
.
"
"
But
your
family
doesn
’
t
have
the
blood
of
kings
,
Brother
Dunnykin
,
’
’
said
Brother
Plasterer
.
"
We
might
of
,
"
said
Brother
Dunnykin
sulkily
.
"
Right
,
then
,
"
said
Brother
Watchtower
grudgingly
.
"
Fair
enough
.
But
at
the
essential
moment
,
see
your
genuine
kings
throw
back
their
cloak
and
say
’
Lo
!
’
and
their
essential
kingnessness
shines
through
.
"
"
How
,
exactly
?
"
said
Brother
Doorkeeper
.
"
-
might
of
got
the
blood
of
kings
,
"
muttered
Brother
Dunnykin
.
"
Got
no
right
saying
I
might
not
have
got
the
blood
of
-
"
"
Look
,
it
just
does
,
okay
?
You
just
know
it
when
you
see
it
.
"
"
But
before
that
they
’
ve
got
to
save
the
kingdom
,
"
said
Brother
Plasterer
.
