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. The familiar blue glow surged from the
amulet, seeping between his fingers.
Pitrick raised his left hand, gesturing to the wall. The
force of his magic reached out, penetrating the stone sur-
face, altering and kneading that stone with the power of its
enchantment.
Beads of moisture gathered on the rock and trickled down
its quivering slope. Slowly the rock bulged and grew soft.
Suddenly it gave way, splitting open like a tomato. Pitrick
cackled as a torrent of mud and stone poured into this ca-
vern and the one beyond. Then the beast, sensing dozens of
vulnerable prey, rushed through the gurgling ooze into
Mudhole.
Chapter 15
The "Crownation"
"More fungus?- inquired Nomscul, shoving a plat.
ter of the aromatic if chewy shapes under the noses of his
newly crowned monarchs.
"I'm stuffed," Flint replied, holding up both hands and set-
tling back on the soft cushion of moss. "What.little room I
have left I'm saving for those ribs you're cooking."
"Nomscul sorry about meat," the Aghar apologized, star-
ing at his toes.
Across the great cavern, a huge steel spear rested over a
low fire
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