Man’s Noble Profession

“You are eighteen, Ahradok. Here is your sword. Come join the fighting men!”

“Father,” said Ahradok, “I wish to remain in the kitchens.”

“Son, men work with drawn swords, not wooden spoons.”

Ahradok honoured his father’s advice, but soon found that a sword is highly impractical for chopping and dicing.

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