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one holding Flint gave him a terrific shove that he could not
counter. Dragging his feet along the gravelly ledge, Flint
sailed, head first, over the edge. An astonished Perian was
hurled over the side, immediately after him.
The sound of laughter echoed from the walls of the cave.
C “‡†ў? 10
The Pit
It was late afternoon, anb Basalt continued to
crouch in the shadow of the great mountain, waiting for his
Uncle Flint. That is all he had been doing for the last two
days. Every once in a while he would stretch his limbs and
peer down the stream toward the tunnel mouth that was ob-
scured by branches, five hundred paces away, hoping for a
glimpse of the older dwarf. Each night he had seen one
heavy wagon lumber out of the cave shortly after sunset
and continue up the road to Hillhome. Before dawn, an-
other one would pass by on its way into the opening.
Afternoon stretched into another cold evening. Bored as
he was, Basalt dared not leave the niche to explore the sur-
rounding area. Nor could he risk lighting a fire when night
in the Kharolis Mountains descended around him
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