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But the first wave of his assault had been thrown back,
and now these two craven warriors stood before him, stam-
mering their pathetic excuses.
"Do you mean to tell me that you were beaten by hill
dwarves!" the hunchback continued, turning his savage,
penetrating gaze on each of the frightened mountain
dwarves in turn. Good, he thought. They face the odds of
battle willingly enough, but when I speak to them, they are
still afraid.
Pitrick paced back and forth before the cringing derro. He
limped awkwardly on his throbbing foot, and the pain mo-
mentarily distracted him from the matter at hand. He shook
his head to clear it.
The Theiwar commander trembled with rage. Angrily he
looked at his shaking hands, too unsteady to bear a weapon
or cast a spell. Every nerve in his body screamed that he
should kill these two failures before him, vent his fury upon
their miserable lives.
But he could not do that. Pitrick faced the fact that this
battle would not be so easily won. Slowly, he brought his
anger under control, until he could speak normally
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