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. Steel weapons cut cruel wounds into the loyal
Aghar. Flint snapped the neck of a Theiwar captain and he
looked around for another target, reaching this time for his
magnificent Tharkan Axe.
Suddenly he felt the very ground shift under his feet. Ap-
parently just an overhanging shelf of snow and ice, it broke
off from the shore with a sharp crack under the extreme
weight of the combatants. Hill, gully, and mountain
dwarves were thrown into the deep, wintry waters of Stone-
hammer Lake. The ice floe drifted away from shore, break-
ing into smaller pieces that bobbed in the gentle current.
"Whee!"
"Yippee!"
"Go swimming again!"
The gully dwarves splashed and swam through the icy
water like delighted children, dog-paddling toward the
bank, then slowly scrambling out.
Not so the Theiwar. Weighted down by their chain shirts,
inherently distrustful of water and unable to swim, the der-
ro struggled in the water, never deigning to call for help, un-
til each white head sank, one by one.
In moments, all that could be seen of the battle on the
shore and lake were soggy Aghar, climbing from the current
and pleading with their king for permission to take another
dip
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