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"There's a door!" Sturm said, in triumph. "We've reached
the top!"
"I wonder what's beyond it," Tanin said darkly.
He was interrupted by, of all things, a giggle. "Why don't
you open it and find out?" called a laughing voice from the
other side of the door. "It's not locked."
The brothers looked at each other. Dougan frowned.
Palin forgot his aching body, forcing himself to concentrate
on his spell casting. Tanin's face tightened, his jaw muscles
clenched. Gripping his spear, he thrust his way past Dougan
and Palin to come stand beside Sturm.
Cautiously, both warriors put their hands on the door.
"One, two, three," Sturm counted in a whisper. On the
count of three, he and Tanin threw their combined weight
against the door, knocking it open and leaping through,
spears at the ready. Palin ran after them, his hands
extended, a spell of fire on his lips. Behind him, he could
hear the dwarf roaring in fury.
They were greeted with peals of merry laughter.
"Did you ever see," came the giggling voice, "such cute
legs?"
The mist of battle rage clearing from his eyes, Palin
stared around blankly. He was surrounded, literally, by
what must have been hundreds of women. Beside him, he
heard Sturm's sharp intake of breath and he saw, dimly,
Tanin lower his spear in confusion
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