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A
battered
tankard
bounced
off
his
breastplate
.
Carrot
reached
down
and
picked
up
a
struggling
figure
,
without
apparent
effort
.
"
J
’
uk
,
ydtruz
-
t
’
rud
-
eztuza
,
hudr
’
zddezek
drez
’
huk
,
huzukruk
’
t
b
’
tduz
g
’
ke
’
k
me
’
ek
b
’
tduzt
’
be
’
tk
kce
’
drutk
ke
’
hkt
’
d
.
aaDb
’
thuk
?
"
No
dwarf
had
ever
heard
so
many
Old
Tongue
words
from
the
mouth
of
anyone
over
four
feet
high
.
They
were
astonished
.
Carrot
lowered
the
offending
dwarf
to
the
floor
.
There
were
tears
in
his
eyes
.
"
You
’
re
dwarfs
!
"
he
said
.
"
Dwarfs
shouldn
’
t
be
acting
like
this
!
Look
at
you
all
.
Aren
’
t
you
ashamed
?
"
One
hundred
bone
-
hard
jaws
dropped
.
"
I
mean
,
look
at
you
!
"
Carrot
shook
his
head
.
"
Can
you
imagine
what
your
poor
,
white
-
bearded
old
mother
,
slaving
away
back
in
her
little
hole
,
wondering
how
her
son
is
getting
on
tonight
,
can
you
imagine
what
she
’
d
think
if
she
saw
you
now
?
Your
own
dear
mothers
,
who
first
showed
you
how
to
use
a
pickaxe
-
"
Nobby
,
standing
by
the
doorway
in
terror
and
amazement
,
was
aware
of
a
growing
chorus
of
nose
-
blowings
and
muffled
sobs
as
Carrot
went
on
:
"
-
she
’
s
probably
thinking
,
I
expect
he
’
s
having
a
quiet
game
of
dominoes
or
something
-
"
A
nearby
dwarf
,
wearing
a
helmet
encrusted
with
six
-
inch
spikes
,
started
to
cry
gently
into
his
beer
.
"
And
I
bet
it
’
s
a
long
time
since
any
of
you
wrote
her
a
letter
,
too
,
and
you
promised
to
write
every
week
-
"
