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. Tanin closed on them, his sword flashing in the sun,
Sturm at his back. Suddenly, a cry came from the jungle.
There was movement and a rustling sound, more cries, and
then a yelp of pain. A small figure dashed out of the trees,
running headlong across the sand.
"Wait!" Palin yelled, running forward to stop his
brothers. "It's a child!"
The warriors turned at the sound. "Damn!" muttered the
chief, tossing his shield and spear into the sand in disgust.
The child - a little girl of about five - ran to the warrior and
threw her arms around his legs. At that moment, another
child, older than the first, came running out of the woods in
pursuit.
"I thought I told you to keep her with you!" the chief
said to older child, a boy, who came dashing up.
"She bit me!" said the boy accusingly, exhibiting bloody
marks on his arm.
"You're not going to hurt my daddy, are you?" the little
girl asked Tanin, glaring at him with dark eyes.
"N-no," stuttered Tanin, taken aback. He lowered his
sword. "We're just" - he shrugged, flushing scarlet -
"talking. You know, man-talk."
"Bless my beard!" exclaimed the dwarf in awe. More
children were running from the jungle - children of all ages
from toddlers who could barely make their way across the
sand to older boys and girls of about ten or eleven
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