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"Wasn't I?" Flint asked, grimly.
"Yes. But so many of our own have fallen, too," Perian ob-
served quietly as most of the rest of their force moved past.
The last few hill dwarves trotted by. Up the road, Pitrick's
marching Theiwar could be heard plainly, still an interval
away but resolutely advancing through the defenseless
town.
"Let's get to cover," Flint suggested.
"Wait," said Perian. "I want to check for more of the
Wedgies - I saw Fester leading a group into the village."
"There's no time!" Flint objected, groaning. Yet he knew
they could not leave their charges in the village, exposed to
the Theiwar attackers, if there was any chance of getting
them to safety.
"I'll just be a minute," Perian said. "Keep the gate open for
me."
Swallowing his further objections, since they would just
waste time, Flint said, "Hurry!" Then he watched as she
darted between a pair of buildings toward the direction
taken by Fester. With an anxious look up the road, he was
mildly relieved to see no sign yet of the advancing mountain
dwarves. Flint broke into a run, and soon rounded the curve
in the road that took him toward the brewery
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