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And against 'em we have a couple hundred Aghar," he
groaned. "Why don't we just hand Hillhome over?"
"It could be worse," Perian said, trying to sound encour-
aging. "The thane has thousands of troops at his disposal,
but only the House Guard bear fealty to him alone. The rest
defend all of Thorbardin, not just the Theiwar."
"That's a comfort," Flint said sarcastically, digging a hole
in a snowbank with the toe of his boot.
"You're forgetting Basalt," Perian reminded him softly.
"I'm not," the old hill dwarf said, shaking his gray head.
"But we're pinning a lot of hopes on that young 'un."
"Well, we've got to get moving," she said gently. "We'll get
ahead of them by a day while the House Guard bivouacs out
of the sun."
Flint nodded, shaking off his melancholia. Following the
stream uphill, the pair of dwarves made their way back up
to the crack in the granite. There they found Nomscul.
"You were supposed to organize the troops," Flint scolded
him.
"Rest wait in there, all straight," Nomscul announced,
pointing into the tunnel, "like Nomscul tell them." Sud-
denly, gully dwarves began popping from the opening -
Fester, Cainker, Oooz, Garf, Pooter, and all the rest
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