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."
"Do you agree?" Kolanda demanded.
"I agree," the distant, evil voice said. "For now. But
how?"
"Like this," she said. Reaching behind her, the Com-
mander loosed the lacings on her breastplate, then pulled
it off and threw it aside for the slaves to pick up and place
in the cart. The blouse beneath it she tore from neck to
waist, exposing her breasts. Caliban hung now in the
cleft between them, and his voice was no longer distant.
"I can draw from her heart to fight, as well as from her
head," it admitted.
Immediately, Kolanda felt the tingling again, this time
through her chest, and the surrounding air seemed to siz-
zle. "My way," she reminded. "You can have the wizard,
but not at risk of the man and the thing he carries." The
distant vision came again, but only vaguely now that
Caliban was not at her eyes. Still, it was enough.
The wizard was mounting the horse, swinging up be-
hind its rider.
Kolanda beckoned a hobgoblin. "Noll," she com-
manded, "take the platoon at double-time and go to the
bridge. Take those you find there. Kill them if they re-
sist." She motioned the troops forward, and they lined
out at a run, followed by the cart drawn by slaves and by
the swamp goblins searing them with whips to get more
speed from them.
Only Kolanda and her personal guard of six selected
fighting goblins remained
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