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He ignored me.
"What do you think is happening?" I asked Davin. He
shook his head.
The noise grew louder. It sounded like battle. There was
the clash of steel on steel. There were howls of pain, boots
running on stone, and shouts of ... MY NAME!
"Here!" I cried. "I'm here! This way!"
I couldn't believe my own senses. But yes, it was the
voice of Quinby Cull calling out to me! Then I heard Vigre
Arch. My mind was reeling when even that clever gnome,
Barsh, made his presence known.
"It's impossible!" I exclaimed. And then I turned to Davin.
"Do you hear them, or have I gone mad? Are my friends
really here to save me?"
My cellmate was about to answer, but then, instead, he
shouted, "Look out!"
Too late. A prison guard had suddenly appeared at my
cell and grabbed me through the bars. "I'll see you dead
before they free you," he vowed. And then he lifted his
dagger and plunged it toward my chest.
Davin was faster than I was. He lunged forward and
grabbed the guard's wrist just before the knife could strike
me. He twisted the man's arm against the iron bars until
there was an audible crack. The guard screamed as the knife
clattered to the floor. He ran in terror as Quinby, Vigre, and
Barsh led a legion of their people toward my cell
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