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The Lady Drule stared after him, then beckoned the
Grand Notioner. "Hunch, what wrong with Highbulp?"
"Highbulp?" Hunch shrugged. "Highbulp is Highbulp.
That his main problem."
"What that mean?"
"Highbulp gotta be Highbulp alla time," he explained,
puzzling it out as he went. "Gotta be big cheese, top turkey,
main mullet, otherwise, no good be Highbulp."
"So what?"
"So now Krog big hero. Ever'body lookin' up to Krog.
Not good for Highbulp. Steal his thunder."
The Lady Drule pondered, trying to understand. "Okay,"
she said finally. "What do about it, then?"
"Maybe Highbulp make Krog a knight," Hunch
said simply, "like Tall kings do. Heroes real nuisance to
kings, but if king make hero a knight, alla glory belong
to king again."
"Oh," Drule concurred. "Okay" With renewed
purpose, she strode to where the Highbulp was sulking
and faced him. "Highbulp better knight Krog," she told
him.
He frowned a puzzled frown. "What?"
"Knight Krog, then Highbulp be like a king, get
glorious."
"Highbulp already glorious," he pointed out, then
squinted at her. "Knight Krog good idea, huh?"
"Real good idea."
"Right," he decided. "Jus' what I was thinkin
'bout."
Gorge strode to the middle of the camp and raised
his arms. "All pay attention! Highbulp got announ...
proclam . . . somethin' to say!"
When he had their attention, he pointed at Krog.
"Highbulp gonna . . . Ever'body! Stop lookin' at Krog!
Look at Highbulp!"
When he had their attention again, he said,
"Highbulp deci
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