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Then he lurched to a halt. Directly above him, coming
down, was Drago and three hobgoblin lieutenants. They
were armed with swords and battle-axes, which they waved
ominously in anticipation of blood-letting. Drago was
eagerly walking ahead of his three wary pals. He glared directly
at William, but in his eyes was no recognition.
"Come on! Come on!" sneered Drago, his mouth twisted
viciously. "We don't often have visitors here. We would like to
make your stay a memorable-and long-one."
Hastily, William and the prisoner horde retreated backward
into the central guardroom, where they huddled at the bottom of
the stairwell. They were trapped. Sintk raised his weapon.
From above, William could hear the troops of the dragonarmy
being roused into action. A horn blew in the distance. The thud of
heavy boots sounded on stone steps and corridors. Doors slammed,
shouts blared and echoed as troops came hurrying into the entry
room above. Harum motioned the others to stay back and crept up
to stand by the door to the guardroom, his back pressed against the
wall.
The first to poke his head in through the doorway was the
fierce, eager Drago. The captain of the prison guards held his
battle-axe at shoulder height, ready to strike out at anyone who
came into view.
As Drago reached the lower stairway, the mino-taur's arm shot
out with a quick movement, and his strong fingers fastened on
Drago's neck
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