pride. “I make no grand claims for myself, but I’ve chosen a few wrong paths down the years. Could be I can spare you from stepping in some of the turds that’ve made my boots so fragrant.” “I thought I could smell dung.” And Stour sniffed, and licked his teeth, and wiped at his nose with a thumbtip. “So what’d be your first advice?” “Never scratch your eyebrows with a sword.”
