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. Sitting in a hard granite armchair, wearing a robe
of golden silk, the adviser looked up with interest at the cap-
tain's entrance.
"We've captured a hill dwarf at the tunnel," she reported
flatly.
Pitrick sprang to his feet, his grotesque frame moving
with surprising agility. "Excellent!" he cried, clapping his
hands in delight.
"He seems pretty harmless," Perian added.
"Your opinion is of no interest to me," sneered Pitrick. "I
will decide his status, and his fate."
"Shouldn't you take him to the thane?"
The hunchback limped over and looked up at her with a
cruel grin. Now Pitrick's face pressed close to hers, and the
stench of his breath brought the usual revulsion. "His Excel-
lency has given me control of all matters relating to the tun-
nel and the trade route. I have no need to consult him. And
need I remind you, my warrior pet, that 'matters relating to
the tunnel' now include you."
Pitrick turned away from her. "I will see the prisoner, but
not here. Take him to the tunnel beyond the North
Warrens - you know the place." Perian felt sick to her stom-
ach. Yes, she knew the place
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