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"We're trapped," said Sintk.
Tom the tailor began to moan.
"They're following," warned a kender among the prisoners. The
firm voice of the commander could be heard ordering his troops
into the tunnels.
"Let me see those bars," said Harum, pushing forward.
The minotaur came up alongside William, and his massive
hands began to test the metal barrier. Finally he said, "Stand back."
Harum placed his shoulder against one side of the bars. The
moonlight gave a thin, gray cast to the top of the minotaur's face.
Then, he sucked in a deep breath through his mask.
Harum's shoulder put mighty pressure on the bars. He grunted
and strained to tear the metal away from the stone sockets. Once,
twice, Harum threw every ounce of his strength against the barrier.
"They're coming this way!" cried Sintk.
Everyone looked back and saw the flare of torches moving into
the tunnel.
"To the rear!" exclaimed William bravely to Sintk. He took the
dwarf's arm, and they pressed through the prisoners, swords ready
for defense.
Now, the minotaur tried the other side of the bars. They were
also unyielding. He made several mighty lunges and, once, the
metal bent-but still remained fast in the stone.
Exasperated, the minotaur told everyone to get back. "Give me
some running room," he spat.
Harum ran back through the tunnel, stopping within sight of the
forward line of searching troops. The soldiers sent up a mighty
roar of yells and curses
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