Daniel Ridgway Knight Waiting

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Don’t you worry about a fing, mister,’ said the nearest one. ‘Me and ole Galena over there have got this down pat.’
‘Trolls!’ said Victor, backing away.
‘That’s what’d we want to eat people–’
‘Swaller,’ said the other troll. ‘You mean swaller.’
‘Yeah. What’s we want to swaller people for? We always spit out the bits. And anyway we’re retired from all that now,’ he added quickly. ‘Not that we ever did it.’ He nudged Victor in a friendly fashion, nearly breaking one of his ribs. ‘It’s good here,’ he said conspiratorially. ‘We get right,’ said Galena. He flourished a club with a nail in it. ‘But, but,’ Victor began. ‘Yeah?’ said the other troll. What Victor would like to have said was: but you’re trolls, fierce animated rocks that live in the mountains and bash travellers with huge clubs very similar to the ones you’re holding now, and I thought when they said trolls they meant ordinary men dressed up in, oh, I don’t know, sacking painted grey or something. ‘Oh, good,’ he said weakly. ‘Er.’ ‘And don’t you go listening to them stories about us eatin’ people,’ said Galena. ‘That’s a slander, that is. I mean, we’re made of rock,