Lock up your daughters – Tallis is about!!!
I confess that I hold all skilled trades and crafts in high regard. I care not if a man is a farrier, a white smith or a poet, if he is an exemplar of his chosen art, then in my eyes he is the equal of any. Even the clerk who can write down his columns of numbers in a fair hand and then make them dance for his pleasure is somebody whom I am happy to consider my equal. Each in his own way has grasped the essential poetry of his art.
But then over the years I have done many things, worked with many skilled men and learned much. I was a clerk for Miser Mumster and learned the joy of numbers. I have trimmed the feet of orids, I am carpenter enough to be able to replace planks in the barge, and have even worked as a…
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