[QUOTE=D_Odds]
I’m just a simple man from Dale, StarHarp. Don’t have centuries to learn etiquette. Just want to protect my home and feed my kin. I’ll let the Kings and Princes worry about etiquette. Me, if you ever want to know what I’m thinking, you just have to ask. - Brin
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Some etiquette is such that the practical man need not concern himself with. One may go many years not needing to know which knife to use at the fish course of the King’s banquet, nor whether the mayor of a town of five thousand sits nearer the salt than the second son of a banneret. Still, some of the subject is hardly secret knowledge, such as only he possesses who has the craft of building ships to sail into the West.
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For instance, when speaking of the Men of Dale, we need not concern ourselves overmuch with the simple fact that the One has not shaped all his Children alike. We may speak rather:
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of the glory that was Dale in the days of Girion its ancient lord, when the valleys rang with music and the laughter of children, and the sons of men and the King under the Mountain were as brothers. We may speak -
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even of the coming of the Worm, of the wasting of Dale and the ruin of Thror’s folk, and of the long desolation of Smaug; until hope came through the humble, weak and timid beyond the foretelling of the Wise, and a brave bowman fought to his last shaft amid the burning of Laketown, and the Dragon was brought low…
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by Bard’s mighty shot!
And of how Dale was made anew under its grim but true-hearted King, after the bloody battle fought by five armies, and Lake and Mountain and Wood became friends again, and the river ran with gold, until a new shadow arose…
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We may speak of how the folk of King Brand and King Dain stood firm before the assault that fell on the North; of how King Brand shirked not his place in the battle, and how Dain the Venerable stood over the body of his friend until the sun set. And we may speak of how the heroism of all valiant folk brought freedom, and their sons and their sons’ sons forget not the honour of their forefathers, and shield still the simple and the artless against all who would do them harm.
Such is the etiquette of the practical man - to speak fair words of fair deeds, in days gone by, days present, or days yet to come.
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