Reblogged from Tallis Steelyard:
It was perhaps ten years ago now. I can remember Ansi Cornwallah working on Stonecutter Wharf. He was a nice young fellow, originally from somewhere near Prae Ducis in Partann. He’d lived in Port Naain for about a decade. He’d fitted in well and felt at home here. Indeed he had married a local girl three or four years previously. At the time I first met him; his wife had just given birth to a daughter. I came across him because his workmates were virtually frogmarching him into one of the quayside bars to drink to his good fortune. It wasn’t they were expecting him to pay; they were willing to stand him a drink. Yet he was one of those men who are so dutiful, so hardworking, that he felt it was wrong to do this when they should be working.
Anyway he stuck in my mind after that and occasionally I’d see him as I passed to and thro and we’d always exchange a greeting. I even met his wife Sanjisi and his daughter a couple of times when he was working late and she’d bring his supper out to him on the wharf.
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