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. Straightening into his best cocky pose, he smiled up at
her on the buckboard. "Can I give you a hand?"
Hildy reached out and let him lift her down from the
wagon. "Excuse my staring," she teased, "but I once knew
someone like you. And a fine fellow he was - or should I
say, is?" She gave him a wink. "I'd appreciate the help. Let
me just run inside and check Moldoon's order."
Basalt watched her pass through the doors. Now he was
suddenly happier than he would have believed possible a
few minutes earlier. Whistling absently, he prepared to un-
load the heavy barrels. Two long planks in the wagon served
as a ramp, and he lowered one of these, anchoring its base
firmly in the muddy street. As he dragged the other plank
out the back of the wagon, his fingers slipped and it dropped
to the ground, splashing mud and a wave of brown water
across his boots and pants. But Hildy's reaction to him had
so lifted Basalt's spirits that he just chuckled at his own
clumsiness.
Someone else on the street was not in such a generous
mood.
"Hey! Hill dwarf!"
Basalt looked up, surprised, into the snarling face of a
derro guard
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