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. Your momentum will help you lift
the hammer and, when you're going good, just give it a
heave, like so. Nature will do the rest."
"Nature?" Palin appeared dubious.
"Yes" answered the dwarf gravely, smoothing his
beard. "It's called Centrifug's Force or some such thing.
The gnomes explained it to me."
"Great!" Palin muttered. "Gnomes!"
Drawing a deep breath, the young man lifted the hammer.
A groan of pain escaped his lips, sweat stood out on his
forehead from the strain, and he heard several of the women
giggle. Gritting his teeth, certain that he had ruptured
something inside him, Palin began to turn in a circle, the
hammer in his hands. He was startled to notice that Dougan
was right. The momentum of his motion made the hammer
seem lighter. He was able to lift it higher and higher. But
the handle began to slip in his sweaty palms. . . .
"He's losing it! Get down! Everyone!" Tanin called out,
falling flat on his face. There was a clattering of spears as
the women followed suit. Even the black dragon - seeing
Palin spinning about in the center of the room, out of
control, the hammer starting to glow a fiery red - crouched
on the floor with a whimper, attempting to fold its wings
over its head
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