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. She warns them not to interfere."
"Another omen," the armed woman snapped. "Is there
a message there for me?"
"Ah," the dry voice said. "She seeks messages for her-
self."
"Tell me!" the armor-clad woman ordered.
"If there is a message for her, it is only this: she has
promised the Highlord that she will take and hold access
to the fortress Thorbardin. The Queen will not tolerate
any who fail in what they promise on her behalf."
"I will not fail!" the woman said sharply. "Even though
I have nothing but... these -" she swept her free arm
contemptuously, indicating the dark camps of the wait-
ing goblin horde "- to assist me. I asked the Highlord for
a strike force. He gave me stinking goblins. But I will suc-
ceed. Thorbardin will fall when he is ready."
"She has no need to tell me of this," the dry voice said.
"It is her concern, not mine. Now she will let me rest until
there is a better reason for me to awaken."
"I will do what I choose!" she started to say, then
hissed through clenched teeth as tiny lightnings laced
from the dark thing to sting her hand. Quickly, she
dropped it back into the shelter of her armor. She could
feel it pulsate slightly as it came to rest between her
breasts.
"Omens," she muttered. "I need no omens to accom-
plish what I set out to do
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