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Pitrick motioned to one of the guards, who slipped off an
iron gauntlet and then helped the adviser fasten it on. The
last strap was only partially buckled when the derro spun
and savagely struck Hint across the face. He struck again
and again. Flint could no longer see anything very clearly.
Pitrick's arm was drawn back for another blow when Flint
was surprised to hear Perian's voice.
She had stepped between them. It was evident in her tone
that she knew the danger she was risking. "Adviser, this is
my prisoner," she said stiffly. "He was brought here for ques-
tioning, not to be murdered!"
Pitrick's face distorted monstrously with the fury that
consumed him. His pale eyes nearly popped from his skull
as he shifted his attention from one to the other. He didn't
strike Perian, however. The insane rage melted slowly from
the adviser's face, to be replaced by a cruel, cunning smile.
"Yes, the questions." He turned back to the prisoner, who
was sprawled half against the wall, half on the floor at the
derro's feet. Flint's eyelids were puffed up, and blood ran
from a dozen cuts on his forehead, cheeks, and lips
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