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"You're wrong, my lord," said Groag, sliding his bulk
clumsily off his pony. "Nothing would please me more.
But - "
"Never mind 'but', " said Toede, turning back. "Just
follow your orders. Stay by the trees and watch the mounts
and dogs. I'll leave you the slaves and the two rearguards.
If Kronin and that other pointy eared pipsqueak should
sneak by us, kill them at once! Understand?"
"Yes, sire," said Groag, grateful at least for the respite.
"The rest of you follow me!"
While four of the hobgoblins eagerly dismounted, Groag
retreated back across the clearing to the trees with the
slaves, dogs, ponies, and the two rearguards. Toede peered
once more into the cave, but this time more tentatively. His
faithful attendant had given him second thoughts. "Damn
that Groag," he muttered. "Always ruining my fun! Well,
not this time!" Bow and arrow nocked at the ready, Toede
padded stealthily into the cave, followed closely by his
guards. Soon they disappeared in the blackness.
There was a moment or so when nothing much
happened, except that the dogs kept barking and yanking at
their leashes, pulling some of the exhausted slaves from the
trees into the clearing. Groag himself settled against a tree
and sat down on a bed of pine needles
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