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. . . conclu . . . make up mind to do Krog
big honor, for - " he turned to Drule " - for what?"
"For be hero" she whispered. "For valor an'
service. For be brave an'... an' bashful."
It was a bit complicated for the Highbulp. Turning
back to his assembled subjects, he said, "For bein' a
good guy, make Krog be Sir Krog. Krog!" he ordered.
"Go over by big rock an' prost. . . recumb . . . hunker
down real low."
With a nod from Drule, the big creature did as he
was told. Kneeling before a boulder, he bent low enough
that it was almost as tall as himself. Gorge walked
around him, trying to remember what he had heard
about knighting. He glanced at the huge club in Krog's
hand and pointed at it. "What that?"
"Bashin' tool," the Lady Drule said. "Krog made
it."
"Good," Gorge said. "Krog, give bashin' tool to
Highbulp"
Hunkered low before the boulder,
Krog turned his head, saw Mama's nod of
approval and extended his club. The
Highbulp took it and, when Krog
released it, sat down hard with the club
across his lap. It weighed almost as
much as he did.
"Gonna need volunteers," the Highbulp muttered. He
pushed the club away, stood and called, "You, Chuff. An'
Bipp. An' Skitt, all come help."
Three sturdy young gully dwarves stepped forward.
Gorge climbed to the top of the boulder and beckoned.
"Bring bashin' tool up here."
Between them, the three managed to hoist the club and
themselves onto the boulder, scattering dust from its top.
Beside it, Krog wrinkled his nose, shook his head, and
began to fidget
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