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. By the
third missile, the Aghar was well and truly dead, its body
smoking. Still Pitrick sent two more bolts into the pathetic
corpse.
Appearing slightly calmer, Pitrick stepped back from his
victim. "I have important matters to tend to," he snapped,
compelling the attention of the assembled derro of the
House Guard. They stood in a nervous circle, listening very
carefully indeed. "This incident is not to be reported to any-
one. I shall be monitoring this situation personally, and I
guarantee that if even the slightest word of this leaks out, I
will see to it that all of you - all of you - will pay for that
slip of the tongue."
"You can count on our discretion, Excellency!" exclaimed
the duty officer. "No one will know - no one at all!"
"Very good. Return to your posts, and forget today's
event."
Pitrick touched the steel ring on his finger, as he pictured
in his mind the chasm where he had last seen Perian and
Flint. With the slightest blink, the ring performed its magic,
and the hunchbacked derro disappeared from the North
Warrens.
In the same instant, he materialized at the lip of the Beast
Pit
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