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. "I'll be okay," he
muttered, sitting up weakly.
"Good," Basalt said, clapping him on the back. "Let's be
gone from this hole and get back on the road to Hillhome,
then. There should be enough moonlight to guide us, but we
can stop along the way if we must. We'll take the two wag-
ons that have weapons in 'em. Turq and Horld, go look un-
derneath the boxes." He described the compartment as Flint
had related it to him. "We'll leave the other two here."
"If we take all of their horses," Hildy suggested, "then
even the wagons we leave are useless to the derro who ran
away."
"Good idea," Basalt agreed. They identified and hitched
up the two wagons that still held a great many weapons,
tossing out the inferior plows on top to lighten the load.
With the eight extra draft horses following along, tied to a
single line, they started back to Hillhome.
* * * * *
The rest of Flint's day was spent collecting the secret
weapon of explosive sludge into every available glass and
clay vessel in Mudhole. More than once, Flint was forced to
dive and catch a jug that got knocked over, drag a smoking
Aghar to the stream, or haul a frantic subject, kicking and
thrashing, from the inside of the carrion crawler's carcass
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