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Flint stopped in the center of town, watching the hill
dwarves stream past. Small bands of gully dwarves scram-
bled along with the larger brethren. Perian and Tybalt
joined him while Hildy and Basalt went to organize the de-
fense of the brewery.
"Damn!" the constable cursed. "I thought we were going
to hold them!"
"We tried," said Flint. "Now it's up to the stone walls of the
brewery. We've got to stop them there!"
"Basalt all right?" Tybalt asked Perian. The blossoming
fireballs and hissing magic missiles had been clearly visible
to the other hill dwarf defenders.
"Fine - he's getting the defenses organized at the brewery,"
she replied. "The magic really raked us on the right, though.
I'm afraid we lost two score or more." She turned to Flint as
Tybalt started off to join the defenders at the brewery.
"That many, maybe a few more, fell on the other side,"
said Flint, trying to keep his voice level. The picture of
Garf's surprised look and Bernhard's valiant charge lingered
in his mind.
Perian's soft smile showed that she understood. "And
you, with that axe! I could see you clear across the wall,
swinging it like you were blazing a trail
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