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. His straw-colored hair stuck out of his head at
sharp angles, and his pale skin showed a blue vein flexing in
his forehead.
"You clumsy sot! You splashed your stinking Hillhome
muck all over my boots!" accused the Theiwar.
Basalt straightened, ready to bluster an insult at the bel-
ligerent dwarf when he remembered that Hildy would
emerge from Moldoon's in another moment. Wanting noth-
ing more than to avoid trouble and impress Hildy, he mut-
tered, "I'm sorry. It was an accident." The apology caught in
his throat, but at least it was done.
Basalt turned back to the wagon only to be yanked
around by a heavy hand on his shoulder. "Accident!" bel-
lowed the derro. "You're a liar! I saw you take deliberate aim
at my boots. Now, you can clean them!"
The derro was stocky and well built, as tall as Basalt and
wearing a chain mail shirt, heavy, iron-knuckled gauntlets,
and a helmet. A short sword was girded to his waist. By
contrast, the hill dwarf was weaponless and unarmored. He
knew that the Theiwar, if provoked, could and would slay
him with a single thrust.
His face burning, Basalt considered his options
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