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. Her back to the
deeper cave, she crouched there, watching the rest of the
group. She hoped they would make up their minds soon.
It would be a relief to get off this cold mountain pass, to
be moving downward for a time, instead of toiling and
climbing.
Mountain winds sang around the opening in the rocks,
then died abruptly. In the silence Jilian heard a furtive
sound. As she started to turn, the dwarven girl was
seized by massive hard hands. She tried to struggle, but
the strength of whatever held her was immense. She tried
to scream... and could not. She was hauled backward,
beyond the crevice and into the dark cave. A huge, leer-
ing face appeared directly above Jilian -- a face twice the
size of any she had ever seen, with a wide, grinning
mouth and little glittering eyes set close beside a great
snout of a nose.
"Pretty toy," the thing whispered, a low rumble of
sound at her ear. "Nice for Cleft. Maybe Loam can have
what's left." Crouching, the thing turned and headed
down into darkness, carrying Jilian as a child would
carry a doll.
Jilian's dwarven eyes adjusted quickly to darkness.
Even in her shock and panic, she noted that the tunnel
along which she was carried was of dwarven design. Like
the load-shafts in Thorbardin that led from one level to
another, it was a long, delved curve, spiraling down-
ward, turn after turn.
She tried to struggle against the hands that held her,
but it was no use
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