“Ah, that bridgeman grunt dialect again,” she noted. “That grunt meant,” he said, “that at least if the waters come, it will wash away some of your stench.” “Ha! Mildly amusing, but no points to you. I already established that you’re the malodorous one. Reuse of jokes is strictly forbidden on pain of getting dunked in a highstorm.” “All right then,” he said. “It’s a good thing we’re down here because I had guard duty tonight. Now I’m going to miss it. That is practically like getting the day off.” “To go swimming, no less!” He smiled. “I,” she proclaimed, “am glad we are down here because the
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