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. The hill dwarf held his anger in check and resolved to
wait for another chance, though every instinct urged him to
propel himself forward in a berserk attack.
The derro stared at Flint for some moments before finally
speaking. "I am about to ask you several questions. You
must answer them. I have arranged a demonstration, a pre-
view of the future's potential, shall we say, to ensure that I
have your attention." Pitrick looked to the derro nearest the
Aghar and nodded slightly. Sickened, Flint guessed what
was coming.
The guard pitched the little dwarf off the lip of the chasm.
Flint heard the Aghar scream and cry, saw him desperately
scraping at the steep sides of the pit as he slid downward.
Rocks and rubble slipped down with him, bouncing and
tumbling along the steep, mud-streaked wall into the dark-
ness below.
Suddenly, against all odds, the Aghar managed to halt his
fall, barely within Flint's view. The hill dwarf saw the fel-
low's stubby fingers grasp a knob of rock. Slowly, the terri-
fied Aghar pulled himself upward. Adjusting his grip, he
braced a foot against the cliff and tried lifting himself ever
higher
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