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The background noises from the cube died, and another voice started to speak. Detritus looked up quickly.
“Dat’s Old Troll!” he said.
Bashfullsson hesitated for a moment. “…er… I am Diamond King of Trolls,” he said, looking desperately at Vimes. “Indeed, we came to make peace. But the mist came down upon us and when ti rose, some trolls and dwarfs cried, ‘Ambush!’ They fell to fighting and would not hear our commands. So troll fought troll, and dwarf fought dwarf, and fools made fools of all of us as we fought to stop a war, until the disgusted sky washed us away.
“And yet we say this. Here, in this cave at the end of the world, peace is made between dwarf and troll, and we will march beyond the hand of Death together. For the enemy is not Troll, nor is it Dwarf, but it is the baleful, the malign, the cowardly, the vessels of hatred, those who do a bad thing and call it good. Those we fought today, but the willful fool is eternal and will say–”
“This is just a trick!” Ardent shouted.
“–say this is a trick,” Bashfullsson continued, “and so we implore: come to the caves under this valley, where you will find us sharing the peace that cannot be braken.”

– Peace |
Terry Pratchett, Thud!