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. His large, pale eyes showed almost as much emo-
tion as the stare of a dead fish, Flint thought. "Shuddup,"
was the fellow's only reply.
Sometime later Flint heard the step of several pairs of
heavy boots. The guards hastily put away their stones and
jumped to their feet, standing rigidly. The footsteps
tromped closer, but Flint could not see whoever approached
through the narrow opening of his niche.
"Column, halt!" The command, spoken in a harsh yet un-
deniably female voice, brought the march to a stop. "The
prisoner?" he heard the same voice inquire.
"In here, Captain."
Two derro hauled Flint roughly to his feet and pulled him
from the alcove. He found himself facing a frawl mountain
dwarf, leading a fresh detachment of guards. She carried a
small hand axe, unlike the battle-axes hoisted by the rest of
the guards, and she wore the golden epaulets of command
on her shoulders.
Her smooth face and warm hazel eyes set her immediately
apart from the others, all of whom were male. She wore the
same helmet as her men, with its trailing purple plume, but
wild copper curls escaped its confines and danced across her
shoulders every time she moved her head
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