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Come back in glory
Or on your shield.
Flint became aware, sometime around "Out of the moun-
tains," that Perian, standing at his side, had joined in the
song. Their voices mingled and intertwined, his a low bari-
tone, hers an even, clear alto. When he stumbled over a few
forgotten words, Perian was there to fill them in. His heart
was full and near to bursting with pride and passion and
... dwarfness, as they finished the anthem of their race.
The song had taken on even greater meaning to him with
Perian singing along; he had never thought he shared any
traditions with his mountain cousins. He found his hand in
Perian's, and when he turned to her at the close of the song,
he saw her eyes, brimming with unshed tears, through his
own misty blue ones.
"Quivalen Sath," she breathed, identifying the song's
composer.
"Is there anyone else?" Flint asked rhetorically.
"Sing again!" the gully dwarves chanted. "We learn! Sing!
We sing royal song real good!"
Flint and Perian hummed the melody over and over for
the Aghar, then repeated the words of the song with them at
least three times
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