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. She felt his hot breath against her
face. Her soldier's training told her, dimly, that she should
resist. She felt Pitrick's hand reach around to the back of her
mail shirt. His breath, heavy with nut fungus, pressed moist
and smelly around her face.
Suddenly her head jerked upward. Her left hand shot for-
ward, knocking the amulet from Pitrick's grasp, as she
wrapped her right hand around the small axe at her waist.
She clenched her teeth as her head cleared.
"Wait," Pitrick urged, his voice still soft.
But the spell was broken. Perian's hateful gaze brought
the hunchback up short.
"If you ever try to magic me again, I'll kill you," she
growled.
Pitrick looked at her, his moment of surprise quickly
turning to amusement. "It's time for you to go down to your
new post now," he instructed. "Have a look around, estab-
lish your guards. I'll be down soon to inspect your position.
"If there is any sign of intrusion, or even the hint of a hill
dwarf anywhere around there, I want you to tell me person-
ally. And if you catch any intruders, bring them to me
immediately!"
"I will," said Perian, quickly turning on her heel
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