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Hodge!
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Hodge!
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The kindest lord
a man could ever wish for.
:18:36
Now he's gone.
:18:39
Ye gods! You'd think he could boil
his own eggs at the snap of a finger,
:18:44
but no, he had old Hodge to do it.
:18:47
Up at five every morning, clearing
out the cages, emptying the slops.
:18:53
Never a thank you
or a pat on the back.
:18:56
I shall miss him.
:18:59
- I do already.
- Oh, no, you don't.
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All you think about
is your tricks and your knavery,
:19:05
but you don't pull any wool
over these old eyes.
:19:09
You'll have to walk far before
you fill his shoes, mark my words.
:19:15
What's the matter, Hodge?
Pack too heavy?
:19:23
No! Don't! Stop that! I need that!
:19:27
Oh, give it back to me! This way!
:19:31
I think you're too warm.
:19:35
Stop it!
Out of respect for the master!
:19:39
I have as much respect
for the master as anyone, old man,
:19:43
but I'm master now.
:19:51
I left my farm and for what?
:19:54
For a cremation, that's what.
:19:57
All because
someone said find a magician -