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. Ruberik blushed.
"Let's hope it works," said Flint.
"Of course it'll work," Perian replied, her tone surpris-
ingly jaunty. For the first time, Flint became aware of just
how much of a warrior this frawl was. "When that light
flares up in front of them, they'll be blinded for a long time.
They'll find that more frightening than facing cold steel and
close range!"
Flint looked at her quietly for a moment, noticing again
the curl of her auburn hair, the smooth softness of her
cheek. By Reorx, he wished this battle was done with! She
sensed his look and turned, surprising him with a soft blush.
Then they heard derro sergeants barking commands, and
saw the derro ranks gather again. The foot soldiers surged
forward behind the spellcasting savants, the whole mass of
derro approaching the ditch at the foot of the earthwork.
"Torches, now!" Flint shouted.
Dozens of hill dwarves raced to the top of the wall, pitch-
ing their blazing torches down the other side, onto the bales
of hay that had been thoroughly soaked with lamp oil and
placed along the edge of the ditch.
With a loud rush of air, each oil-soaked bale erupted into
a high column of flame, an explosion of bright yellow light
in the darkness
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