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. The mountain
dwarf sat on the moss near the hill dwarves, her arms linked
around her knees, watching Flint as he prepared to tell his
tale.
"I barely know where to begin," Flint said, and a tense
muscle twitched in his cheek.
"You know why I went into Thorbardin - to find the
dwarf who murdered your father." Flint's bright blue-gray
eyes held Basalt's. "And now I'll tell you what happened af-
ter I stepped inside the Theiwar's secret tunnel and a cage fell
and imprisoned me...."
* * * 4' *
Flint returned to the bench beside Basalt, for the retelling
of the events of the last week had agitated him so that' he
could not sit still and had begun to pace.
"How many days will it take Pitrick to organize the
troops he'll take to Hillhome?" Flint asked Perian.
Filled with pent-up energy herself, the mountain dwarf
had begun to pitch flat stones into the pool during Flint's
story. She stopped now and considered the answer, chewing
her lip, ticking thoughts off on her fingers.
"Pitrick will use my troops, the thane's personal guard,
which are some five hundred strong," she began
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