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. "Are you a human or a dwarf? I de-
clare, sometimes you and your ambitions embarrass me,
Tybalt!"
"Thanks, Berti," Flint said faintly, a hand on her fleshy
arm, "but Tybalt's right - I don't want to bring shame down
on the family. I'll leave right away." He fetched his pack and
axe from a small storage room behind the kitchen.
Smiling in relief, Tybalt stepped up to Flint as the old
dwarf adjusted his backpack. "I'm sorry about this, really.
It's nothing personal. No hard feelings?" he said, thrusting
his hand toward Flint.
His brother considered the beefy hand with its stubby fin-
gers, then turned away. "You're a hypocrite, Tybalt Fire-
forge, and the worst kind for asking me to help you pretend
you're being saintly instead of selfish."
Tybalt leaped back as if struck. "But you said I was right
about you leaving!"
Flint gave him a pitying smile. "You are, but not for the
reasons you think." He shook his head and then turned to
Bertina, anxious to be done with Tybalt. He could hear his
brother rushing out of the house behind him.
Flint's sister-in-law stood mute, tears filling her eyes
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