‘Dead or no,’ Hedge said, ‘you’d be nervous too if you was carrying a sack of cussers on your back.’ ‘Damn you, Hedge – that was a cusser in your hand back there! When the dragon—’ ‘Aye, Quick, so you just keep them kitties away from me, lest I jump back and turn an ankle or something. And stop talking about Shadowthrone and Cotillion, too.’ ‘A sack full of cussers. Now I am nervous – you may be dead, but I’m not!’ ‘Just so.’
