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A bony finger poked him in the shoulder, scarcely enough
pressure for the dwarf even to notice. "I asked you a ques-
tion, gully dwarf." The seeker's friends laughed at the insult.
Flint stopped but did not raise his eyes. "And I believe I
gave you as much answer as your kind deserves."
Egged on by his friends, the young seeker pressed his
point. "You've got an awfully smart mouth for an outnum-
bered old man," he growled, stepping fully in front of Flint.
He reached down to grab the dwarf's lapels.
"Teach him a lesson, Gar," a crony purred in anticipation.
Flint's irritation turned to fury. He looked into the face of his
antagonist. What he saw was the glee-and-fear mixed ex-
pression of an animal who was closing on an easy victim. Or
so the seeker thought.
Flint decided that the fellow needed a lesson in humility
and manners. Moving like lightning, he drove his fist into
the boy's belly. Stunned, the youth doubled over and
clutched at his stomach. The dwarf's stubby fingers flew up
to pull the seeker's droopy, coarse hood down over his red
face. Flint quickly drew the strings tight and knotted the
hood shut, until only the boy's pimply nose poked out
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