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After Nomscul's toast, the air was filled with mushrooms,
lichens, and fishheads flying back and forth. Several near-
misses splashed into the water just feet from the king and
queen, but a withering look from Nomscul, coupled with a
menacing reach toward his magic bag, moved the game to a
more comfortable distance.
"Say," commented Flint, "do you folks play any games
down here: Kickball, stick-and-hoop, anything like that?"
Nomscul looked at him quizzically. "Stuck in hoop?"
"You know, sports," Flint persisted. "Athletic games. You
get a bunch of -"
"Two," corrected Perian.
"... two fellows on one side and two on the other, and
they both try to hook a leather hoop over the others' post -
that sort of thing. Or anything to watch that's more orga-
nized than this free-for-all."
"Agharpult!" yelped Nomscul, jumping up and down.
"King wants en... entert... you watch this!"
The excited Aghar turned toward the crowd and shouted,
"Agharpulters, get over here! Hurry, hurry, hurry!" Imme-
diately the crowd turned into a shoving, pushing mass as
gully dwarves from every corner of the room tried to con-
verge in front of the bridge
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