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. I'm sorry, Ma, but
I've got to say this. Garth told Flint how an odd-looking
derro had struck down Dad with a bolt of blue smoke..."
* * * * *
"... Perian was a captain of the House Guard under this
Pitrick's command until he pushed her into the Beast Pit for
trying to save Uncle Flint. She's absolutely certain that Pit-
rick will follow through on his threat to wipe out
Hillhome...."
With the long story finally told, Basalt leaned back in the
chair he'd taken by the hearth and stared into the fire. I've
done my best, he thought. At least I tried.
Neither his mother nor Ruberik spoke for a long minute.
"So why doesn't Flint come back to Hillhome himself and
tell us?" Ruberik asked at last.
"Oh, I guess I forgot that part," answered Basalt, draping
the crook of his elbow across his eyes. "The gully dwarves
who rescued them have some sort of prophecy that Flint and
Perian fulfilled when they were pushed into the pit. They've
been made king and queen of Mudhole, and had to vow on
their honor that they wouldn't run away." Basalt's voice
trailed off as he realized that, with all the outrageous events
in his story, this last part might well sink his credibility en-
tirely
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