Serializations of the Hitherby Dragons novels

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“What is the word for it,” asks Navvy Jim, “when someone makes you happy, and you want to play rock-paper-scissors with them, and keep them safe, and see them smile?”

“Friendship?” says Eldri. “Love?”

“No,” says Navvy Jim. He shakes his head. “I am certain it must be one of scissors, paper, or rock.”

“Rock, then,” says Eldri.

Navvy Jim smiles. He winks at Emily. Then, brazen, in utter defiance of the rules and all household propriety, he lifts his forearm. He brings it down. He counts, quietly.

“You can’t be serious,” says Eldri.

One. . .

Two. . .

Yet there is rock in Eldri, too, deep in him, like in all smith-dwarves; they hide it well, well, sometimes they hide it well, they are gruff and bitter creatures, but he wouldn’t have his goddaughter over for whole summers at a time if he didn’t know the feeling that dances through Navvy Jim; he is caught up in it, his reserve slips from him, and he fist-bumps Navvy Jim on count of three.



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