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horse as it was led into the forge, hooves clattering on the stones.
“There’s tea brewing on the forge and our Dreen done us some biscuits in the tin with A Present from Ankh-Morpork on it.”He heard the glug of the teapot and then the gling-glong sound of a spoon being stirred and then the clink as the spoon was laid down.
Never any sound, his dad had said. Except when he walks and talks, you’ll never hear him make THANK YOU. I TRUST YOU ARE WELL.8LORQ6 ftWD Lft0f£6“Yes, m’lord. I done the shoes already. Won’t hold you up long. I know you’re ... very busy, like.”He heard the click-click of footsteps cross the floor to the old kitchen chair reserved for customers, or at least for the owners of customers.Jason had laid the tools and the horseshoes and the nails ready to hand on the bench beside the anvil. He wiped his hands on his apron, picked up a file, and set to work. He didn’t like cold shoeing, but he’d shod horses ever since he was ten. He could do it by feel. He picked up a rasp and set to work.And he had to admit it. It was the most obedient horse he’d ever encountered. Pity he’d never actually seen it. It’d be a pretty good horse, a horse like that. ..His dad had said: don’t try to sneak a look at it.