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. Roughly the same weight and
dimensions as the ship, the lifeboat had been left behind, to
be studied by a committee.
As the boat drew nearer shore, surging forward with the
waves and the incoming tide, the brothers could see the
welcoming party. The rising sun glinted off spears and
shields carried by a crowd of men who were awaiting their
arrival on the beach. Tall and muscular, the men wore little
clothing in the balmy clime of the island. Their skin was a
rich, glistening brown, their bodies adorned with bright
beads and feathers, their faces were stem and resolute. The
shields they carried were made of wood and painted with
garish designs, the spears were handmade as well - wooden
with stone tips.
"Honed nice and sharp, you can believe me," said Sturm
gloomily. "They'll go through flesh like a knife through
butter."
"We're outnumbered at least twenty to one," Tanin
pointed out to Dougan, who was sitting in the prow of the
boat, fingering a battle-ax that was nearly the size of the
dwarf.
"Bah! Primitives!" said Dougan contemptuously, though
Palin noted the dwarf's face was a bit pale. "First sight of
steel, they'll bow down and worship us as gods."
The "gods' " arrival on the beach was something less
than majestic
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