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By the end of the day, his nerves and patience were com-
pletely worn out. Even the gully dwarves knew enough to
leave him alone that night.
The next two days - all the time remaining to them -
were devoted to drilling the gully dwarves in the maneuvers
of war. Perian's experience in this regard was invaluable.
Unfortunately, the maneuvers and formations used by the
House Guard were completely hopeless for the gully
dwarves.
"Get in line," screamed Perian. "Get in line!" Eyeing the
ragged row of Aghar with disgust, Perian stomped up to the
worst offender, who was standing a full four feet in front of
everyone else, and walked a slow circle around him.
She stopped in front of him and stared into his eyes.
"What's your name, citizen?"
"Spittul, 0 great and powerful Queen."
Flint, seated at the end of the line, guffawed.
Perian glowered at him, then turned back to Spittul. "Are
you really trying to be a soldier, Spittul, or are you playing
games with me?"
Spittul's eyes lit up. The queen was talking directly to
him! "Oh, yes, Queen Furryend, I want be a solder real
bad!"
"And that's what you're doing, Spittul," shouted Flint
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