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"You there," he hissed at one of them, "circle around with
some slaves! We'll use them as beaters!"
"Yes, sire!" snapped back the hobgoblin, excited at the
idea. He took several slaves and dogs, and off he went,
spurring his pony and hoping to encircle the kender,
wherever they were.
Toede glared at Groag, who averted his eyes. The rotund
Highlord led the hunting party back into the center of the
field so that he'd have a wide view of the forest perimeter.
Grumbling to himself, he waited atop the impatient Galiot,
who kept snorting and pawing at the ground with his small,
front hooves.
When at last Toede heard the yelling of the distant
beaters deep in the forest, he muttered, "Now, my little
kender, the tables are about to be turned. . . ."
The shouts of the beaters and the dogs barking got
louder. In trying to flee these beaters, plenty of other game
now burst forth from the forest: rabbit, fox, grouse, even
another stag, all hurried past Toede and his hunting party.
Toede ignored them all, intent and filled with malicious
glee. But two of his hobgoblin bodyguards couldn't resist.
They chased and felled the dashing stag with thrusts of their
spears.
"Stop that!" shouted Toede, waving them back
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