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mud, more or less dry, made a path at the bottom of the tunnel. There was slime on the walls, too, indicating that at some point in the recent past the tunnel had been full of water. Here and there huge patches of fungi, luminous with decay, cast a faint a good business making fortune rats for dwarf restaurants. But I thought, this isn't a proper job for a dwarf.'
'Sound like easy job to me.'
'I had the devil of a time getting them to swallow the fortunes.'
Cuddy stopped. A change in the air suggested a vaster tunnel up ahead.
And, indeed, the tunnel opened into the side of a much larger one. There was deep mud on the floor, in the middle of which ran a trickle of water. Cuddy fancied he heard rats, or what he hoped were rats, scuttle away into the dark emptiness. He even thought he could hear the sounds of the city – indistinct, intermingleglow over the\Cuddy felt his spirits lift as he plodded through the darkness. Dwarfs always felt happier underground.'Bound to find a way out,' he said.'Right.''So . . . how come you joined the Watch, then?''Hah! My girl Ruby she say, you want get married, you get proper job, I not marry a troll what people say, him no good troll, him thick as a short plank of wood.' Detritus' voice echoed in the darkness. 'How about you?''I got bored. I worked for my brother-in-law, Durance. He's got