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. "We
searched the valley along this whole shore of the lake, Excel-
lency. There is no sign of the Swords - at least, nothing that
we could see."
"Then go back and look again!"
"I'm sorry, sir." Grikk drew himself to his full height, his
unpatched eye staring into his commander's face. "But we
can't. We were blinded out there - I lost one of my scouts in
the lake, simply because he couldn't see a drop-off under his
feet!"
Pitrick saw that Grikk's exposed eye was puffy and
bloodshot. He knew that the sun reflecting off the snow cre-
ated an impossible brightness. Frustration gnawed at him.
His body shook with tension, and he made little effort to
bring himself under control.
"Excellency," Grikk said. "Perhaps we could go back and
search tonight. It would only mean delaying the attack on
Hillhome for one day."
Pitrick's thoughts immediately turned to that nest of inso-
lent hill dwarves, little more than a mile away. His decision
was easy.
"No!" he cried. "Tonight we attack Hillhome! Nothing
can be allowed to delay our vengeance!" He stared through
the woods, in the direction of the village filled with those
loathsome enemies, the hill dwarves
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