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. He skidded to a stop
just short of Flint's nose. "Cainker and Garf, they bring
king's pop!" he explained out of breath, revealing that the
gully dwarves were not totally clear on the various branches
of the royal family tree.
Flint blinked. "My nephew? I can't believe those two
boneheads actually found their way to Hillhome, let alone
located my nephew. But you say they brought him here?
Why?"
"You bet they did, O kingly guy!" proclaimed Nomscul,
having misappropriated new words from his king and
queen. "You come see!" Nomscul frowned suddenly. "King's
father not real happy."
"Of course he's not! They were just supposed to give him
my note, not kidnap him!" Flint snarled, then sighed heav-
ily. "Where is he?"
"In grotto," Nomscul explained. "They shove him
through crackingrotto. I magicked him," he said, holding up
the red bag dangling from his waist, "but he no will move."
Sighing again, the hill dwarf splashed his face with
strained puddle water from a basin by the door, drying it
with his sleeve. "You'd better take me to him right away." He
looked over his shoulder at Perian and winked
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