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. If the Aghar were ever going to
work with the hill dwarves, some ground rules had to be
established.
"Limper! Wet-nose! Stop that right now!" Flint bellowed.
Each of the gully dwarves actually stopped to look at him
before they went on to make insulting gestures at their pur-
suer with their feet.
Groaning, Flint turned back to his comrades. "The moun-
tain dwarves, yes. We lost sight of them before dawn. For all
I know they could be coming around the bend of the valley
in ten minutes."
"I don't think so," Perian disagreed. "I'm sure they won't
be moving during the day. We have till at least sunset to pre-
pare, but I'll be surprised if we don't see them right around
then."
"Well, that's something, anyway - a few hours," said
Flint, pleased both at Hillhome's farsightedness and the fact
that his Aghar had marched considerably faster, over
rougher country, than had the dwarves of Pitrick's army.
Basalt took the arms of both Flint and Perian. "Why are
we talking in this dusty street? We'll be here by need soon
enough. Let's go to Moldoon's - Turq Hearthstone is run-
ning it now - to discuss the details
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