"I am the Disreputable Dog. Or Disreputable Bitch, if you want to get technical. When are we going for a… — Garth Nix

"Choosers will be beggars if the begging’s not their choosing," said the Dog.

I’ll sing you a song of the long ago -

Seven shine the shiners, oh!

What did the Seven do way back when?

Why, they wove the Charter then!

Five for the warp, from beginning to end.

Two for the woof, to make and mend.

That’s the Seven, but what of the Nine-

What of the two who chose not to shine?

The Eighth did hide, hide all away,

But the Seven caught him and made him pay.

The Ninth was strong and fought with might,

But lone Orannis was put out of the light,

Broken in two and buried under hill,

Forever to lie there, wishing us ill.

"No mother, no father, no Sight."