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. "Our eyes... we can barely
see!"
"Damn your eyes if you don't get up and attack!" sneered
the hunchback. "Come with me! We will lay them low with
fire and sorcery! Stand up, you blathering idiots - we must
lead the attack!"
Slowly, reluctantly, the savants rose. They followed Pit-
rick as he limped forward, forcing his way over the muddy
ground, closer to the hill dwarf redoubt.
As Pitrick marched, the pain in his foot became worse, a
driving, pounding awareness that threatened to overwhelm
every other sensation. But the hunchback used that pain,
turning it into a kind of brutal example to show his men the
true measure of their race. He marched harder and faster, in-
tentionally punishing himself, sneering at the weakness of
those around him.
His own vision suffered from the flaring fires across the
field, but he forced himself to look past those, toward the
enemy on top of the low, sloping wall. He saw a long rank
of motley hill dwarves there, and growled inwardly at the
thought that these puny specimens had repulsed an attack of
the vaunted House Guard.
They would not do so again.
As he approached, Pitrick saw the struggle that was rag-
ing on top of the wall
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