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"Oh," added Pitrick, twisting to face her again. His grin
had eroded to a thin, sly smile. "Catch one of those Aghar
that forever raid the garbage dump. Bring him along with
the hill dwarf. Have them all at the tunnel in four hours."
"A gully dwarf? Why?" The Aghar, or gully dwarves,
were common pests in Thorbardin. They were the lowest
form of dwarf, so dirty, smelly, and stupid that few of the
other dwarves could tolerate their presence. The Aghar
lived in' secret lairs and often emerged to rummage through
garbage dumps and refuse piles, seizing "treasures" that they
would hasten back to their lairs. But they're harmless little
creatures, Perian thought.
"Never mind why!" barked Pitrick, startling her with his
vehemence. "You will obey me! Or -" His voice dropped
ominously "- or you will pay the price for insubordina-
tion."
The sudden glow in his wild eyes left no doubt in Perian's
mind as to what that price would be.
* * * * *
Flint was startled by the look on the Theiwar captain's
face as she emerged from the gate and stomped back to the
cage
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