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. They chased me off like a scared rabbit - didn't even
think enough of me to kill me! Gods," he cried, looking up-
ward and shaking his fists, "I wish they had!"
"Stop it" Flint slapped him hard across the face. He saw
Perian flinch at what she must have thought needless cru-
elty. Stunned, Basalt stared at his uncle, wiping away his
tears with the back of his hand. Flint waited for him to com-
pose himself.
"Now you've grieved," his uncle said at last, his expres-
sion determined. "For your father. For Moldoon. For your-
self. Put it past you, because there's something more
important at stake here."
The lines in Flint's face softened, and he grasped Basalt by
the shoulders. "Prove everybody wrong, Basalt. Starting
today, prove everybody wrong by mustering every bit of
courage and grit you have to persuade them to believe
something they won't want to hear," He shook him, hard.
"Do it, Basalt. You must, because it's the only real chance
Hillhome has."
"Do you really think I can persuade them?" he whispered.
Flint smiled at him encouragingly. "I know you can."
Basalt looked at the ring in Flint's palm
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