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"Yeah, comrades," Tanin muttered, rolling over.
"What's mine is yours, yours is mine?" persisted the
dwarf, leaning over to look the young man in the face.
"Yeah, yeah." Tanin waved a hand, brushing away a
feeding insect and the dwarf's beard at the same time.
"Thank you, lad! Thank you," said Dougan gratefully.
"You won't regret it."
Tanin said later that the dwarf's last words, "You won't
regret it," lingered ominously in his dreams, but he was too
tired to wake up and ponder the situation.
As it was, he had plenty of time for pondering the next
morning when he woke to find a spear point at his throat
and several tall warriors standing over him. A quick glance
showed him his brothers in similar circumstances.
"Sturm!" Tanin called, not daring to move and keeping
his hands in plain sight. "Palin, wake up!"
His brothers woke quickly at the sound of alarm in his
voice, and stared at their captors in sleepy surprise.
"Tanin," said Palin, keeping his voice even, "what's
going on?"
"I don't know, but I'm going to find out!" Tanin angrily
thrust the spear point aside. "What is this nonsense?" he
asked, starting to stand up. The spear point was at his throat
again, joined, this time, by two more - one at his chest, the
other jabbing him in the back
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