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. The open end of the wall beckoned out in the field,
offering its easy route past the defenders.
Around the hill dwarves crowded Nomscul and the gully
dwarves of his Agharpult wing. They hopped and jumped,
attempting to observe the enemy over and around the
slightly larger hill dwarves.
"Agharpults, get ready!" Flint shouted as soon as he was
in earshot.
"For what?" asked Nomscul, turning to his king in puzzle-
ment.
"To shoot, you numbskull!"
"Me Nomscul!" beamed the Aghar. 'You king!"
Flint restrained his tongue for a moment, and then was
pleased to see Nomscul and his crews quickly spring into
action; they even remembered which way to aim!
"Good, good!" he encouraged them, slightly out of breath
as he reached Tybalt.
"They're sweeping around quickly," said the constable,
with just a touch of alarm.
Flint looked across the field and saw the mountain
dwarves advancing at a fast march past the redoubt from
right to left. Soon they would be in position to turn and
charge into the rear of the fortification, past the end of the
wall.
"We can't waste any time!" snapped Flint
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