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Then he cast a dark glance at the contrite Dougan. "I
suppose Palin's right," Tanin said grudgingly, glaring at the
dwarf. "We should count ourselves lucky. We've had
enough of this fool quest, dwarf. We're getting out of here
before we lose anything else - like our lives!"
Turning, Tanin found himself, once again, facing a ring
of spears and this time his own sword, held by a grinning
warrior.
"Wanna bet, lad?" Dougan said cheerfully, twirling his
moustaches.
"I thought as much," Palin remarked.
"You're always thinking 'as much' when it's too late to
do anything about it!" Tanin snapped.
"It was too late when we first set eyes on the dwarf,"
Palin said in low tones.
The three, plus Dougan, were being escorted down the
jungle trail, spears at their backs, the castle of Lord
Gargath looming ahead of them. They could see it quite
clearly now - a huge, misshapen building made entirely of
shining gray marble. All three brothers had visited the
Tower of High Sorcery in Wayreth Forest, and they had
been impressed and overawed by the magical aura that
surrounded it. They felt a similar awe approaching this
strange castle, only it was an awe mingled with the wild
desire to laugh hysterically
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