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The hill dwarves looked anxiously at the sun as it sank
into the western sky. They had to reach the derro camp be-
tween Hillhome and Newsea by sunset, or else their quarry
would start for the sea. A hundred more weapons that could
be used to defend Hillhome would then be lost.
"How much farther do you figure it is?" asked Turq
Hearthstone, popping his head up from the box behind Ba-
salt and Hildy. A heavily muscled lad, he propped his chin
up on the edge of the wagon.
"I don't know," Basalt admitted. "But it's got to be close
enough that the Theiwar can get there in one night's travel
from Hillhome. We know from Mayor Holden that they get
off the road again by daylight."
Another hill dwarf, Horld, also looked up out of the
wagon. "How many of the white-bellied scum do you think
we'll find there?"
Basalt thought for a moment. "Three per wagon, two
wagons coming and two going.... My best guess is there'll
'be about twelve of them."
Horld counted for a moment. "Against seven of us," he
calculated.
"We'll have the element of surprise on our side," Basalt en-
couraged, adding a silent "I hope
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