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king craned nearer.
Gern rummaged around at his end of the job and then gave a long, low whistle.
'Will you look at the colour of this!' he said. 'You wouldn't think so, would you? Is it something they eat, master?'
Dil sighed. slightly muffled.
'Our mum said he was all right as a king,' said Gern. 'What do you think?'
Dil paused with a jar in his hand, and seemed to give the conversation some thought for the first time.
'Never think about it until they come down here,' he said. 'I suppose he was better than most. Nice pair of lungs. Clean kidneys. Good big sinuses, which is what I always look for in a king.' He looked down, and delivered his professional judgement. 'Pleasure to work with, really.''Just put it in the pot, Gern.' 'Right you are, master. Master?' 'Yes, lad?' 'Which bit's got the god in it, master?' Dil squinted up the king's nostril, trying to concentrate. 'That gets sorted out before he comes down here,' he said patiently. 'I wondered,' said Gern, 'because there's not a jar for it, see.' 'No. There wouldn't be. It'd have to be a rather strange jar, Gern.' Gern looked a bit disappointed. 'Oh,' he said, 'so he's just ordinary, then, is he?' 'In a strictly organic sense,' said Dil, his voice