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troll's wicked claws, on hands and feet alike, grasped out-
crops of rock as it held itself against an expanse of cliff, leer-
ing outward with those black, emotionless eyes.
Then Flint almost laughed out loud as he realized the crea-
ture's intent. It was laying an ambush for something that
crept up the ravine below them - perhaps the same pursuer
that Flint had intended to confront!
Now that's what I call fair, he thought to himself. Some-
one follows me through the hills for a few days, and then
gets eaten by a troll. -
Still, the nearness of the monster gave Flint some cause
for alarm. He resolved to wait, quietly and patiently, for the
little drama below to run its course. Then, when the troll
was absorbed with its victim, Flint would make a fast and
easy escape.
A clatter of rocks abruptly drew the dwarf's attention far-
ther down the steep ravine. He could see no movement, but
something was obviously charging upward. Whoever's fol-
lowing me moves with no mind for caution, Flint mused as
his pursuer scrambled and scratched up the ridge
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