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"
Oh
,
"
said
Varneshi
,
with
the
vagueness
of
someone
whose
family
for
the
last
three
generations
hadn
’
t
travelled
more
than
twenty
miles
,
"
they
goes
about
making
sure
people
keep
the
laws
and
do
what
they
’
re
told
.
"
"
That
is
a
very
proper
concern
,
"
said
the
king
who
,
since
he
was
usually
the
one
doing
the
telling
,
had
very
solid
views
about
people
doing
what
they
were
told
.
"
Of
course
,
they
don
’
t
take
just
anyone
,
"
said
Varneshi
,
dredging
the
depths
of
his
recollection
.
"
I
should
think
not
,
for
such
an
important
task
.
I
shall
write
to
their
king
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
think
they
have
a
king
there
,
"
said
Varneshi
.
"
Just
some
man
who
tells
them
what
to
do
.
"
The
king
of
the
dwarfs
took
this
calmly
.
This
seemed
to
be
about
ninety
-
seven
per
cent
of
the
definition
of
kingship
,
as
far
as
he
was
concerned
.
Carrot
took
the
news
without
fuss
,
just
as
he
took
instructions
about
re
-
opening
Shaft
#
4
or
cutting
timber
for
shoring
props
.
All
dwarfs
are
by
nature
dutiful
,
serious
,
literate
,
obedient
and
thoughtful
people
whose
only
minor
failing
is
a
tendency
,
after
one
drink
,
to
rush
at
enemies
screaming
"
Arrrrrrgh
!
"
and
axing
their
legs
off
at
the
knee
.
Carrot
saw
no
reason
to
be
any
different
.
He
would
go
to
this
city
-
whatever
that
was
-
and
have
a
man
made
of
him
.
They
took
only
the
finest
,
Varneshi
had
said
.
A
watchman
had
to
be
a
skilled
fighter
and
clean
in
thought
,
word
and
deed
.
From
the
depths
of
his
ancestral
anecdotage
the
old
man
had
dragged
tales
of
moonlight
chases
across
rooftops
,
and
tremendous
battles
with
miscreants
which
,
of
course
,
his
great
-
grandad
had
won
despite
being
heavily
outnumbered
.
Carrot
had
to
admit
it
sounded
better
than
mining
.
