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. A second later, he
vanished into an alley. Two soldiers pursued the fleeing prisoner.
Harum the minotaur grinned in derision as the hobgoblin
officer in command bustled past, his fat belly bouncing like jelly
above his wide leather belt. The hobgoblin noticed his audience
and stopped, his face twisting with anger. Ignoring the powerful
minotaur, he focused on poor William and drew his sword,
pressing the tip of the blade against the front of William's throat.
"Maybe you'd like to come along with us instead," the
hobgoblin snarled.
William trembled. He shoved his shaking hands into his
pockets to hide his fear from his friends. His stubby fingers closed
over the coin as he prayed fervently for deliverance.
If only . . .
"I'm waiting for your answer," sneered the hobgoblin.
William made a grunting noise like the excited squeal of a
frightened piglet. The hobgoblin cocked his head for an instant,
looked at Sintk and Harum, then lowered his sword. He chuckled
as William's body shivered with fright.
A sudden shout came from the alley. Then, two draconian soldiers
came out of the lane with the tailor held fast between them. He
jerked and twisted to break free of their grasp. The hobgoblin
officer sheathed his sword and walked away to join his troops.
"Close," whispered Sintk.
"Poor Tom," said William.
Harum El-HaIup stood quietly with his arms folded over his
chest. He watched imperiously as the troops prodded the coffle of
prisoners toward the castle
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