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"So what you're saying is, Hillhome is allowing mountain
dwarves in the village strictly for the profit," Flint concluded
numbly.
"Can you think of a better reason?" Bernhard asked inno-
cently.
Flint's temper exploded as he jumped to his feet. "I can't
think of any reason to have dealings with mountain
dwarves!" He glared angrily into each and every face. "Has
everyone here forgotten the Great Betrayal? Or the
Dwarfgate Wars, in which Grandfather Reghar gave up his
life trying to take back the hill dwarves' place in
Thorbardin - our birthright! - from the mountain dwarves
who stole it? Have you forgotten, Tybalt?"
Tybalt straightened self-righteously, "I haven't forgotten,
but I don't make the laws. I'm sworn to uphold them. For
that matter, I'd toss a hill dwarf in jail as soon as I would a
mountain dwarf!"
Flint scowled and turned on Bernhard. "How about you?"
His younger brother shrank under his gaze. "I'm just a
carpenter..." He tugged on his beard self-consciously,
afraid to look at his eldest brother as he struggled with some
inner thought
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