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. They would not halt their anxious
flight until they were out of the Forest of Wayreth and
safely back in their Que-shu village.
Hiding his unsheathed sword behind him, Gorath
approached the shaggy dog. He attempted a friendly, toothy
grin. The shaggy dog responded by growling and baring its
teeth. This time it was not in a playful mood.
Gorath stopped smiling. He lifted his sword high in the
air. He charged and took a mighty swing at the dog.
Amazingly, the dog slipped out of the way. Gorath turned
around, the heels of his boots touching the edge of the cliff.
"Oh, no!" cried Gorath as the dog jumped at him, striking
him a mighty blow in the chest with its entire body.
Again Gorath found himself somersaulting backward
through the air and helplessly falling into the ravine. This
time it seemed even deeper.
When Gorath regained consciousness, he was not surprised
to find himself paralyzed from the neck down and strapped
to the chair in Zorna's shack. And there was Zorna, busily
preparing slug stew. He yelled: "Revenge! I want revenge!"
Zorna turned toward him, her eyes blazing with anger.
"I've heard enough about YOUR revenge! After you
deceived and deserted me, it's ME who wants revenge!"
Gorath's eyes showed fear
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