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. Pulling the beautiful mountain
dwarf against his chest, he crushed her moist, parted lips in
a kiss that was rooted in his soul.
Chapter 20
The Advance
"Wake up to swords! Wake up to swords!"
The tumbling mass of Aghar spilled into the royal bed-
chambers, crawling over and clawing at each other with
dirty fingernails in their desperation to be the first to inform
their king and queen of the news.
"What's going on?" mumbled Flint, his arm encircling
Perian on their mossy bed in the Thrown Room. It was the
morning of the fifth day after Pitrick's attack. He and Perian
had made their way back from the grotto to the comfort of
the moss bed not long before Nomscul arrived. "Stop that!"
the hill dwarf ordered, waking up finally.
For a moment Nomscul ceased his bouncing on the edge
of the bed nearest Flint, an act that was sending clumps of
dried moss flying. "Mountain dwarves marching! Two of
them! They go to war, take swords and stuff! Gully dwarves
great spies! We see all and tell all right soon!"
"OK, Nomscul, I get the point
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