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Garf and Cainker didn't do that to your face, did they)" He
didn't wait for Basalt's reply.
"Nomscul!" he hollered, whirling on the shaman behind
him. "Where are the two reprobates who kidnapped my
nephew, hauled him here on his face, then tied him to a
stake'? As your king, I demand some answers!" Eyes wide
with innocence, the gully dwarf shaman simply raised his
thin shoulders and held his hands palm up in resignation.
"Now I know you're alive," Basalt said, his weary voice
laced with happiness. "No one else bellows like.that. Don't
be too hard on the dirt-eaters, though the gods know I've
sworn at them for dragging me through frozen streams and
over mountain roads for eight-odd fun-filled hours. I tried
not to make it too easy for them." He laughed, then coughed
at the pain it inflicted on his sore face.
Suddenly his expression changed to puzzlement. "Say,
did I hear you call yourself 'king?' Where are we?" He
looked at Perian, standing behind Flint. "Who are we'?
What in the Abyss is going on here?"
Flint's eyes narrowed angrily. "I knew it was too much to
hope that they would have given you my note
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