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. Then he
turned back to the pair of veterans who had led his first at-
tack against the breastwork.
Around him, the bonfires set by the hill dwarves had
mostly burned themselves out. The darkness, thick and pro-
tecting, settled around his army again, broken only by the
hot piles of red coals. Many derro stood in small groups,
gathering around their sergeants, waiting for further com-
mands. Others tended their comrades who had been over-
come by the vile gas. The night was a blanket of protection
and security back here, away from the defenders.
Before them, however, in the ditch along the fortification,
the great, oily bundles of hay still smoldered, glowing with
painful brightness in the cool night. The bales had been
soaked with oil, Pitrick recognized, and their ignition had
been a cruelly successful trick. But, very soon now, the hill
dwarves would pay for their cleverness.
The stench of the black smoke wafted past his nostrils. He
grimaced at the cloud, which still blocked the center of the
hill dwarf defenses. No matter, he would break them to the
left and to the right. He would destroy them!
His ambitions called his mind back to the two black-
plated derro who stood before him
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