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. And then,
suddenly, they halted.
Basalt felt someone grab him by the armpit and jerk him
to his feet. He looked up through the blood streaming down
his throbbing face and saw that it was the first derro who
had questioned him, Dolbin.
"Now that my men have taught you what happens when
you wander where you're not wanted," the sergeant said,
holding fast to Basalt's arm, "we're going to have some real
fun."
Basalt slumped against Dolbin in defeat; he hoped they
would kill him quickly, for he had no strength or will to
fight left.
Dolbin forced him to stand, then smiled condescendingly.
"You'll like my game - I'm going to give you a chance to get
away!" Basalt perked up slightly, which was the response
the derro sought. "Good, now you're ready to listen.
"The rules are very simple," he began. "We let you go, and
then we try to catch you again. We'll give you a one minute
lead, of course, to make it sporting."
Basalt's right eye was swollen shut, but he looked up
through his good one. "And if you catch me?" he wheezed,
agonizing stabs of pain shooting through him from his
bruised ribs
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