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Chapter 4

If my ma were ever ter read this, I spect she'd have been shocked ter
hear that I'd taken up the cloth. I was neer very religious when I
was a kid, an here I went an put myself on Lord Hammersong's anvil,
an pronouncin my intent ter build a hut.

Yer got ter know that Draugnir has a sense o humor, axin me ter
give him a good reason ter call Lord Hammersong fer an interview,
then takin away my voice. I'm thinkin I wringed a lil respect out o
him, though, when I threw down my hammer an put up my fists. Rather
than takin the first swin like I offered him, he laughed, called
me a mad man, an allowed me ter see my lord. I got his blessin,
an then he sent me off ter stir up trouble wherever I found it.
I confess I was worried he'd tell me ter behave myself in Galadon
an all, but he said I wouldna be a good priest o Thror or a hutman
worth a damn if'n I was docile in town. From where I stood, it was
a damn fine ter talk ter a god an have him talk back.

As I been tellin the blighters her axe me about my callin, yer got
ter taste the bitter before the sweet. What I didna tell them is that
I doesna spect that Lord Hammersong is much of a cook; his life is all
about heatin, hammerin, quenchin, and testin ter see if his work is
good. We're the metal caught in his tongs, an as warrior-priest agin
magic, I'm hopin to 'spire the lads ter greater heights and watch
them duergar-piss-drenched wizards sink ter new lows. Ter that, I'll
have ter work up good enough ter become both a hammer an an anvil
myself.