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. For this task he needed some other channel
of movement.
And his spells could provide it. Pitrick reached into his
belt pouch and withdrew a small feather. He twisted it be-
tween his fingers as he mouthed the words to a simple spell.
Then, he stepped into the chasm.
Spreading his arms, Pitrick thrilled to the motion and
power of' his spell of flying. He swooped down, then darted
back up, turning again to dive into the depths of the pit. Be-
low him he saw a black cesspool of mud and slime. Some-
thing stirred there, and he knew it was the lair of the beast.
Curving away, Pitrick darted through the air, along the
twisting channel that was the floor of the pit. Somewhere in
this cavern was the passage to the gully dwarves' lair. Pit-
rick swore he would not rest until he found it.
A soft, unfamiliar sound came from behind him, and Pit-
rick paused, hovering for a moment as he looked back to-
ward the mouth of the pit. He saw movement in the depths,
and for a moment his heart froze as he got his first good look
at the monstrous size of the beast.
It oozed toward him, pushing part of its segmented form
forward, then trailing its other half after
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