They birth dwarfs, not men.

Of what use is this thing?
He will never make a man.

Listen you, Lingaard, grow him to be a drink-boy at Brunanbuhr.

And have an eye on the dogs lest they slobber him down by mistake as a meat-crumb from the table." I knew no woman.

Old Lingaard was midwife and nurse, and for nursery were reeling decks and the stamp and trample of men in battle or storm.
How I survived puling infancy, God knows.