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."
Legaer's eyes bulged from his head in terror. Pitrick
smiled as he twisted the dwarf's neck until it snapped and the
eyes rolled closed.
"But now it's vacant."
The savant casually dropped the dead dwarf onto the pol-
ished floor, stood, and stepped around the body. He picked
up the filled mug, then set it back on the table again; any
more ale and he might have difficulty concentrating on a
spell to raise Perian from the dead.
* * * *
Nomscul took the bag from his belt and slapped it in
Flint's face, sending a cloud of dust up the hill dwarf's nose.
Flint coughed and sputtered and cursed. "What are you try-
ing to do, you darn fool, choke me with dirt?"
Mudhole's shaman looked surprised. "That not dirt, that
magic! Why you not be spellstruck like Aghar?" He thought
about that for a moment. "I know, that prove you king!
Nomscul no can magic king!"
Flint considered Nomscul's stubbornly resolved expres-
sion with exasperation. "You can't force someone to be your
king!" He strained futilely against his bonds.
But the gully dwarf's square jaw remained set. "It not I. It
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