Mimmerkin

'So it's your problem, no mine, if the wee mimmerkin's run,' he added, wiping his hand on his jerkin. 'Get a move on, man, Iw ant to get a hold of Bernard Stewart before he takes refuge the wrong side of that wall.'

'A mimmerkin. A dwarf.' 'I am not a dwarf.' Maude Benet had been stern. Sometimes even sharp. But she had not called folk names. Elspet had telt him, as Maude would have done. And he had laughed at her.