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. That’s very true. And you ever seen ‘em Morris dancing? “Muff to make you hang up your hanky.”
“What, Morris dancing in a city?”
“Well, down in Sto Helit, anyway. Bunch o’ soft wizards and merchants. I watched ‘em a whole hour and there wasn’t even a groinin’.”
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“Swish city bastards. Comin’ up here, takin’ our jobs...”
“Don’t be daft. They don’t know what a proper job is.”
The jug glugged, but with a deeper tone, suggesting that it contained a lot of emptiness.
“Bet they’ve the sky and the hills.”
Jason Ogg wrinkled his brows. They were always pretty wrinkled anyway, whenever he was dealing with the com-plexities of the world. Only when it came to iron did he know exactly what to do. But he held up a wavering finger and tried to count his fellow thespians. Given that the jug was now empty, this was an effort. There seemed, on aver-age, to be seven other people. But he had a vague, nagging feeling that something wasn’t never been up to the armpit—““The point is. The point is. The point. The point is. Hah. All laughin’ at decent rude artisans, eh? I mean. I mean. I mean. What’s it all about? I mean. I mean. I mean.Play’s all about some mechanical. . . rude buggers makin’ apig’s ear out of doin’ a play about a bunch of lords andladies—“A chill in the air, sharp as icicles . ..“It needs something else.”“Right. Right.”“A mythic element.”“Right. My point. My point. My point. Needs a plot they can go home whistlin’. Exactly.”“So it should be done here, in the open air. Open to
