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Varneshi
sat
back
and
looked
rather
pleased
with
himself
.
When
you
spend
a
large
part
of
your
life
underground
,
you
develop
a
very
literal
mind
.
Dwarfs
have
no
use
for
metaphor
and
simile
.
Rocks
are
hard
,
the
darkness
is
dark
.
Start
messing
around
with
descriptions
like
that
and
you
’
re
in
big
trouble
,
is
their
motto
.
But
after
two
hundred
years
of
talking
to
humans
the
king
had
,
as
it
were
,
developed
a
painstaking
mental
toolkit
which
was
nearly
adequate
for
the
job
of
understanding
them
.
"
Surely
Bjorn
Stronginthearm
is
my
uncle
,
"
he
pointed
out
,
slowly
.
"
Same
thing
.
"
There
was
a
pause
while
the
king
subjected
this
to
careful
analysis
.
"
You
’
re
saying
,
"
he
said
,
weighing
each
word
,
"
that
we
should
send
Carrot
away
to
be
a
duck
among
humans
because
Bjorn
Stronginthearm
is
my
uncle
.
"
"
He
’
s
a
fine
lad
.
Plenty
of
openings
for
a
big
strong
lad
like
him
,
"
said
Varneshi
.
"
I
have
heard
that
dwarfs
go
off
to
work
in
the
Big
City
,
"
said
the
king
uncertainly
.
"
And
they
send
back
money
to
their
families
,
which
is
very
commendable
and
proper
.
"
"
There
you
are
then
.
Get
him
a
job
in
,
in
-
"
Varneshi
sought
for
inspiration
-
"
in
the
Watch
,
or
something
.
My
great
-
grandfather
was
in
the
Watch
,
you
know
.
Fine
job
for
a
big
lad
,
my
grandad
said
.
"
"
What
is
a
Watch
?
"
said
the
king
.
