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Suddenly Basalt squatted. His companions followed suit.
"There's still just the one guard, so the others must be in-
side," Basalt whispered. "And the horses. 111 get the guard
quietly. As soon as I do, rush the barn."
The others nodded acceptance of his plan, and Basalt
flushed when Hildy kissed him quickly on his freckled
cheek. "For good luck," she said.
He crawled forward until he crouched among the last
branches of the pine trees before the clearing, watching the
listless derro perform his circuit. Finally, the fellow turned
away from Basalt, stepping around one of the wagons and
disappearing from his sight.
Instantly Basalt started forward, trying to run in a
crouch. He winced with each footfall, but soon reached the
wagon where he had last seen the guard. Clenching his axe
in both hands, he looked toward the barn. No alarm, yet.
No sunlight reached the floor of the clearing, but the sky
overhead was still bright. He hoped that would be enough
to impair the derro.
Resolutely, Basalt stepped around the corner of the
wagon. Before him, with his back to the hill dwarf, was the
derro, not ten feet away
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