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. "I
have an idea. It's so much fun to be your king, that I've de-
cided I'd like you to have the fun, too. I'm going to make
you king for a day."
But instead of whooping with joy, the gully dwarf looked
insulted. "Property no work that way," he said solemnly. "I
no drop from mud chute with queen."
Flint would have rubbed his own face in frustration if he
could have reached it. He considered his options. He could
stay tied to the chair and try to outlast their attention spans.
However, these Aghar seemed a tenacious lot, and patience
was not one of his virtues. Why can't I be their king for just
a while? he asked himself. He had no burning commitments,
except to avenge Aylmar's death. It would take some plan-
ning to infiltrate Thorbardin and reach Pitrick; maybe these
insufferable Aghar could be some help.
Was it truly fate that he and Perian had fulfilled the
Aghar's prophecy? It was certainly one weird coincidence.
"Let me loose," he growled suddenly, his voice barely
above a whisper. "I'll be your king."
"Huh?" said Nomscul, blinking in surprise.
"I said, I'll be your king," Flint repeated more loudly
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