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. He strapped on the Tharkan
Axe, his gift from Perian the night before. His fingers lin-
gered over the cool steel blade, while his mind traveled back
to the previous evening. Sighing, he slapped some day-old
water on his face.
"Tell every gully dwarf in the place that the time has come
for the big march. They must get their weapons, their
shields, supplies, everything," the king ordered Nomscul.
"Gather up the sludge bombs and meet Queen Perian in the
grotto. I'm going there directly to have a look outside my-
self." Nodding furiously, Nomscul dashed from the cavern
in the direction of the Big Sky Room.
But Perian shook her head as she crawled over Flint's side
of the bed and began to dress hastily. "I'm coming with you."
Flint turned to her in exasperation. "One of us has to stay
here and see that they get organized!" he objected. "How do
we know they won't bring their knives and spoons instead
of their swords and shields?"
"We don't," said Perian. "But you won't know which of
the thane's forces we face, or how to combat them. I served
in his guard -"
"I remember," Flint interrupted
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