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"When the sun rises tomorrow, it must shine upon Hill-
home's ruined remains."
* * * * *
When they finally crested a low ridge and Hillhome lay
before them, Flint and Perian anxiously looked for signs of
smoke or massive destruction. To their relief, they found
neither. Instead, they saw that a large earthwork had been
erected along the south border of the town - right across the
Passroad, Flint noted with satisfaction.
"So that's Hillhome," Perian breathed, picturing a young
Flint in that setting. She squeezed his hand reassuringly. "It
would appear they're expecting an army."
Flint let his arm fall around her shoulder for a moment,
pride making his eyes sparkle. "The young harrn pulled it
off. Basalt actually did it. We did it.
"Double time, you bug-eating, belching bunch of Aghar!"
Flint bellowed, using their favorite pet names, and they
started down the long ridge.
At the bottom of the slope, the gully dwarves, sensing the
importance of the moment, marched in the precise military
formation Flint had dubbed the "mob of chaos." Its success
could be said to be achieved when the majority of the gully
dwarves were moving rather quickly in approximately the
same direction
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