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. He
looked toward Hildy, saw her cradling Moldoon's lifeless
head and looking up at him with tear-filled eyes.
Suddenly Basalt could not face these dwarves of
Hillhome.
Twisting free of the crowd, he sprinted away, around a
corner and down a side street. He turned again, stumbling
into an alley, not at all sure where he was going. Blinded by
his own tears, he stumbled around another corner, still flee-
ing with no direction. Finally, his weakened knees and
straining lungs forced him to slow, then stop. Gasping for
breath, he leaned against a shed for support.
Suddenly he heard giggling, children's laughter. Had they
witnessed the whole, shameful event and followed him from
the inn to mock him? No, it couldn't be - they must just be
playing in the alley. Still, Basalt found their gaiety infuriat-
ing. "Go away, you brats!" he hissed through clenched
teeth, not turning around.
But that only brought more cruel, haunting giggles.
Basalt whirled, half-crazed and ready to scare the wits out
of the little fiends. From the depths of the shadows, two of
the ugliest, dirtiest children he had ever seen rushed toward
him
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