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. All this she no-
ticed in an instant, as the ogre slowed its pace and raised
her higher in the dim light.
"Far enough," the creature rumbled. A mouth like a
yawning slit revealed spike teeth. "Well underground.
Let's see what pretty thing I have found."
Jilian lay limp in its grasp, and let her head loll to one
side, feigning unconsciousness. Higher she was lifted as
the ogre peered at her in the dim shaft-light, turning her
this way and that. It relaxed its grip, holding her now
with one hand while the other poked her with large fin-
gers. Finally, the ogre took hold of her tunic and started
to tear it away. Close enough, Jilian decided. With a
heave, she freed herself from some of the fingers, twisted
around, and delivered a solid kick, directly into a leering
eye.
The ogre roared as it staggered back and dropped Ji-
lian. She hit the cavern floor and scooted away on hands
and knees. Suddenly, though, she remembered that her
borrowed sword was still slung on her back. Ignoring the
monster's roars, she got to her feet and loosed the sword,
then ducked as the ogre's hand whisked past her. She
turned and ran into the descending tunnel beyond the
staging cavern.
In this lower spiral there was no light at all.
Surrounded by complete darkness, Jilian ran as she
had never run before, counting her steps, trusting her
dwarven instincts and the skills of the tunnelers who had
built this place long ago
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