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. The lower spiral would be a
twin of the upper... she hoped. She put her faith in the
dwarven passion for symmetry and ran. The thudding
footfalls of the ogre echoed off walls around her, and its
rumbling curses were thunder in her ears. The monster
was no more than a half-turn behind, and she wondered
for a moment how something that big could move so
quickly in a black tunnel. Then she recalled something
Wingover had said about ogres. Ogres are at home un-
derground. It's their natural element.
Well, it's mine, too, Jilian thought fiercely. And no
ogre built this place. Dwarves did. "You don't belong
here, you ugly rust-heap!" she shouted. "You aren't fit to
use a good delving!"
Behind her the ogre roared again and quickened its
pace.
Again counting her steps, and putting blind faith in the
good judgment of dwarven delvers, she sprinted another
dozen paces, then stopped, turned to her right, and scur-
ried forward. In the upper spiral there had been a small
cubicle opening to the left. In the lower tunnel, midway,
there should be one to the right.
It was there. Jilian found the opening and scurried
through, holding her breath as the ogre raced past...
and stopped. For a long moment there was silence, then
she heard its rasping breath, returning. It knew she had
eluded it, and it was coming back to search.
Quickly, Jilian felt around on the floor. Her hand
closed on a small, flat stone
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