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. He considered changing Flint into a snail, or blasting
him to pieces with a lightning bolt. The more he thought
about it, the more he laughed, and as he laughed, the beast
crept closer. By the time the bloblike form was beneath him,
Pitrick positively howled with glee.
He would not attack Mudhole alone, when help was so
readily at hand.
The beast's tentacles lashed upward, and Pitrick shrieked
as one dragged across his foot. Quickly darting higher, he
examined the cave wall of the Beast Pit. Somewhere beyond
that wall, he knew, lay Mudhole and his quarry. The tiny
tunnel was the only connecting conduit between the Beast
Pit and Mudhole now, but Pitrick could easily expand that.
Below him the beast lurched again. Its tentacles flailed
blindly. Some groped upward while others searched
through the tunnel.
"Allow me," hissed the deformed dwarf, still hovering.
His right hand closed around the amulet at his neck while
his eyes stared at the great wall of rock, the wall that divided
the beast from the gully dwarves.
"Gro-ath goe Kratsch-yill!" He barked the magic spell, his
voice suddenly firm
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