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. They
came out in a steady torrent, carrying every manner of
weapon: the one hundred fifty Agharpulters with daggers
slipped into their robe belts; one hundred Creeping Wedgies
with shields tucked under their arms.
The Aghar milled about the tunnel entrance, a steadily
growing mob. Flint and Perian circled them like sheepdogs,
trying to keep the group together as their comrades
emerged.
Last but not least came the Sludge Bombers, carrying
their jugs and bottles and big pots of explosive venom. Flint
had cautioned them repeatedly about the need to handle the
containers of sludge delicately, so they tiptoed, swinging the
jugs any which way as they joined their friends in the sun-
light on the mountainside.
"Hold those carefully - carefully!" Flint bellowed. "And
where are the litters to carry the sludge bombs?" he asked.
Four gully dwarves trooped out of the crack just then,
holding the handles of two makeshift litters, old leather
vests each stretched across stout limbs. The biggest jugs of
sludge, several measuring a foot across, had been set upon
the litters for gentle transport
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