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. Suddenly his eyes narrowed suspiciously. "You test-
ing Shaman Nomscul to see if he know!" The gully dwarf
squinted in concentration, his eyes sinking into his skull as if
he would find the answers there. At last he began to recite in
an irritating, singsong falsetto.
King and Queen descend from mud,
Land in Beast Pit with a thud.
Aghar crown them, dance and sing,
And they be king and queen forever.
Nomscul began to hop up and down happily at having
passed the test. "That what property say!" The gaggle of
gully dwarves once again whooped, gibbered, and bounced
around its newly acclaimed monarchs.
"That's terrible!" moaned Perian. "It doesn't even rhyme!
And he must mean prophecy, not property."
Flint cast her a stony glance.
"We touch king! We touch queen!" the Aghar chanted,
drawing a sloppy circle around the two.
Flint batted away their groping hands. "Stay back!" he
growled. "Keep your disgusting paws off of me!" He made
one last lunge for the door, but the press of bodies was too
thick, and they brought him down again.
"Tie king up!" Nomscul commanded. Dozens of hands
lifted Flint from the floor and stuffed him into a rickety
chair made of beams
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