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"We've got to get moving," urged Flint after the hour had
passed. "Break time is over." He stepped among the bundles
of gully dwarves, discovering that his subjects had collected
in groups of four to six. Sharing body warmth, albeit with a
great deal of pushing, shoving, pinching, and biting, the
Aghar had managed to remain warm.
Blinking, stretching, and enjoying an afternoon nosepick,
the Aghar gathered in ragged bunches at the edge of the
clearing. Here the pool of water, fed by a hot spring, re-
mained clear of snow.
"Come on, you gullies!" Flint bellowed at them, trying to
get their attention. "Fall in - no! I mean, line up!"
But it was too late. For once the gully dwarves responded
to a command with alacrity, dropping into the pond like a
mass of scattered tenpins.
"Great Reorx! Get out of there this minute!" roared the
king from the edge of the pool. Suddenly the snow bank be-
neath his feet gave way and he, too, plummeted into the
warm water.
For a few moments Flint stood stock-still in the waist-
deep water. Realizing that the eyes of his subjects were fixed
upon him, he desperately stifled his terror
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