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A dwarf to the captain of a rowing barge on the big river: ‘How much for passage to Ferdok?’

‘Two Ducats!’

The dwarf turns away in shock, and when the barge sets off down the river, the short-legged miser runs along the bank beside it.

The next time the barge pulls ashore, the dwarf comes up, sweating and gasping.

‘How — gasp — how much is a passage to Ferdok from here?’

‘Four Ducats!’ laughs the captain. ‘Ferdok is the other way!’