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"Yes, my lord," was the adviser's confident response.
"With troops such as these, we can not fail to wipe the little
village of hill dwarves from the face of the continent!"
Arms crossed, feet spread wide in a powerful stance, the
thane considered his adviser. "The latter is the point of this
attack, is it not?"
"Most certainly," Pitrick said quickly. "We shall leave
midafternoon this day for the long march through the
wagon tunnel, so that we will arrive on the surface at dusk,
in familiar darkness. Though I have recently made trips to
Sanction, the troops have never been outside the lightless-
' ness of Thorbardin. I am not sure how well their eyes will
adjust, so we will travel at night and sleep in caves or under
the protection of thick trees during daylight."
Realgar nodded his approval. He, himself, had not been
on the surface in many decades, lacking the time or the incli-
nation to go there. "What of snow?" he asked. "Isn't it near-
ing wintertime above?"
"Yes," Pitrick agreed, "but the wagon crews tell me it is yet
early, and the snow is still traversable. I estimate that, en-
cumbered by the mass of troops, it will take two nights of
steady marching to reach the dreadful little village
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