Tehol And Bugg Quotes

Brys, how big do you want to make your escort?" "Two brigades and two battalions, sire." "Is that reasonable?" Tehol asked, looking around. "I have no idea," Janath replied. "Bugg?" "I'm no general, my Queen." "We need an expert opinion, then," said Tehol. "Brys?

Is that you?" came Shurq’s voice from the darkness within. "Why yes," Bugg said, "it is." "Liar. You’re not you, you’re Bugg. Where’s Tehol? I need to talk to Tehol.

Tehol collected his cup and carefully sniffed. Then he frowned at his manservant. Who shrugged. “We don’t have no herbs, master. I had to improvise.” “With what? Sheep hide?” Bugg’s brows rose. “Very close indeed. I had some leftover wool.” “The yellow or the grey?” “The grey.” “Well, that’s alright, then.” He sipped. “Smooth.” “Yes, it would be.” “We’re not poisoning ourselves, are we?” – MT 237

Now get going. You'll find a way of calm through." "And you, Mael?" "I'll drop in later. I've things for you to do, Withal. But for now," he faced inland, "I'm going to beat a god senseless.

Were I not so self-centered, I'd be intrigued. - Tehol Beddict

As they walked, Tehol spoke. ‘…the assumption is the foundation stone of Letherii society, perhaps all societies the world over. The notion of inequity, my friends. For from inequity derives the concept of value, whether measured by money or the countless other means of gauging human worth. Simply put, there resides in all of us the unchallenged belief that the poor and the starving are in some way deserving of their fate. In other words, there will always be poor people. A truism to grant structure to the continual task of comparison, the establishment through observation of not our mutual similarities, but our essential differences. ‘I know what you’re thinking, to which I have no choice but to challenge you both. Like this. Imagine walking down this street, doling out coins by the thousands. Until everyone here is in possession of vast wealth. A solution? No, you say, because among these suddenly rich folk there will be perhaps a majority who will prove wasteful, profligate and foolish, and before long they will be poor once again. Besides, if wealth were distributed in such a fashion, the coins themselves would lose all value—they would cease being useful. And without such utility, the entire social structure we love so dearly would collapse. ‘Ah, but to that I say, so what? There are other ways of measuring self-worth. To which you both heatedly reply: with no value applicable to labour, all sense of worth vanishes! And in answer to that I simply smile and shake my head. Labour and its product become the negotiable commodities. But wait, you object, then value sneaks in after all! Because a man who makes bricks cannot be equated with, say, a man who paints portraits. Material is inherently value-laden, on the basis of our need to assert comparison—but ah, was I not challenging the very assumption that one must proceed with such intricate structures of value? ‘And so you ask, what’s your point, Tehol? To which I reply with a shrug. Did I say my discourse was a valuable means of using this time? I did not. No, you assumed it was. Thus proving my point!’ ‘I’m sorry, master,’ Bugg said, ‘but what was that point again?’ ‘I forget. But we’ve arrived. Behold, gentlemen, the poor.

TA truly successful leader is a reluctant leader. Not one whose every word is greeted with frenzied cheering either - after all what happens to the mind of such a leader, after such scenes are repeated again and again? A growing certainty, a belief in one's own infallibility, and onward goes the march into disaster. No, Bugg I won't have anyone kissing my feet ــــ, ' I'm relieved to hear that master, since those feet have not known soap in a long time'.

got nothing against them—’ ‘They don’t like you.’ ‘They don’t? Why?’ ‘No reason. They just don’t.’ ‘Then I don’t like them either.’ ‘So you say, but I haven’t seen any proof.’ ‘You want proof? Good. Let’s go.’ Shurq hooked one arm in Ublala’s and led him towards the far edge of the roof. ‘We have to jump to that other roof,’ she said. ‘I don’t think you can do it, Ublala. Not quietly, anyway.’ ‘Yes I can. I’ll show you I can.’ ‘We’ll see…’ Tehol stared after them, then he swung to Bugg. The manservant shrugged. ‘It’s the complexities of the male mind, master.

Tehol collected his cup and cautiously sniffed. Then he frowned at his manservant. Who shrugged. ‘We don’t have no herbs, master. I had to improvise.’ ‘With what? Sheep hide?’ Bugg’s brows rose. ‘Very close indeed. I had some leftover wool.’ ‘The yellow or the grey?’ ‘The grey.’ ‘Well, that’s all right, then.’ He sipped. ‘Smooth.’ ‘Yes, it would be.’ ‘We’re not poisoning ourselves, are we?’ ‘Only mildly, master.

the assumption is the foundation stone of Letherii society, perhaps all societies the world over. The notion of inequity, my friends. For from inequity derives the concept of value, whether measured by money or the countless other means of gauging human worth. Simply put, there resides in all of us the unchallenged belief that the poor and the starving are in some way deserving of their fate. In other words, there will always be poor people. A truism to grant structure to the continual task of comparison, the establishment through observation of not our mutual similarities, but our essential differences. (...) There are other ways of measuring self-worth. To which you both heatedly reply: with no value applicable to labour, all sense of worth vanishes! And in answer to that I simply smile and shake my head. Labour and its product become the negotiable commodities. But wait, you object, then value sneaks in after all! Because a man who makes bricks cannot be equated with, say, a man who paints portraits. Material is inherently value-laden, on the basis of our need to assert comparison – but ah, was I not challenging the very assumption that one must proceed with such intricate structures of value? (...) 'And so you ask, what's your point, Tehol? To which I reply with a shrug. Did I say my discourse was a valuable means of using this time? I did not. No, you assumed it was. Thus proving my point!

Tehol collected his cup and cautiously sniffed. Then he frowned at his manservant. Who shrugged. ‘We don’t have no herbs, master. I had to improvise.’ ‘With what? Sheep hide?’ Bugg’s brows rose. ‘Very close indeed. I had some leftover wool.’ ‘The yellow or the grey?’ ‘The grey.’ ‘Well, that’s all right, then.’ He sipped. ‘Smooth.’ ‘Yes, it would be.’ ‘We’re not poisoning ourselves, are we?’ ‘Only mildly, master.’ ‘There are times,’ Shurq Elalle said, ‘when I regret being dead. This is not one of those times, however.’ The two men eyed her speculatively, sipping at their tea.

Tehol wiped sweat from his brow. ‘Give me some of that hen tea, will you?’ ‘With or without?’ ‘With or without what?’ ‘Feathers.’ ‘That depends. Are they clean feathers?’ ‘They are now,’ Bugg replied. ‘All right, then, since I can’t think of anything more absurd. With.’ Bugg reached for a clay cup. ‘I knew I could count on you, Master.

Oh, I don’t like that at all, Bugg. You know, I am tasting something fishy. A hint, anyway. Just how dried up was this eel you found?’ The manservant probed with his ladle and lifted the mentioned object into view. Black, wrinkled and not nearly as limp as it should have been. Tehol leaned closer and studied it for a moment. ‘Bugg . . .’ ‘Yes, master?’ ‘That’s the sole of a sandal.’ ‘It is? Oh. I was wondering why it was flatter at one end than the other.’ Tehol settled back and took another sip. ‘Still fishy, though. One might assume the wearer, being in the fish market, stepped on an eel, before the loss of his or her sole.’ ‘I am mildly disturbed by the thought of what else he or she might have stepped in.

Accordingly, you are at risk.’ ‘Arrest?’ ‘No, more likely assassination. All in the name of patriotism.’ Tehol set his bowl down. ‘It occurs to me, Brys, that you are more at risk than I am.’ ‘I am well guarded, brother, whilst you are not.’ ‘Nonsense! I have Bugg!’ The manservant looked up at Brys with a bland smile. ‘Tehol, this is not time for jokes—’ ‘Bugg resents that!’ ‘I do?’ ‘Well, don’t you? I would, if I were you—’ ‘It seems you just were.’ ‘My apologies for making you speak out of turn, then.’ ‘Speaking on your behalf, master, I accept.’ ‘You are filled with relief—’ ‘Will you two stop it!’ Brys shouted, throwing up his hands.