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."
The derro appeared to be considering Basalt's answer,
rocking back on his heels, searching the hill dwarf's face for
deception. All he detected was fear.
The soldier's eyes narrowed. "I saw your expression when
you came through those trees; something was after you."
Basalt nodded. "I was tracking a raccoon when I saw -"
He thought about making up another lie about a bear, but
decided to stay close to the truth so he didn't slip up. "I saw
another, bigger patrol of dwarves coming my way, and I
panicked and ran."
"He's lying, Sergeant Dolbin!" said a voice from behind
Basalt.
"Who cares? Let's just kill the hill scum and move on!"
said another.
"Yeah, we've got a lot of ground to cover tonight!"
Basalt could sense the circle drawing tighter around him.
Suddenly, someone pushed him from behind. The startled
hill dwarf stumbled forward only to have the butt of some-
one's spear jammed into the pit of his stomach. He doubled
over, unable to breathe, and another spear shaft thudded
across the back of his neck. Gasping, he fell to the ground.
The ring of mountain dwarves erupted in laughter and
taunts
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