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"Let the hill dwarf scum sit and watch while we burn their
village!" Pitrick ordered, springing to his feet. "Put the torch
to every building, every barn, every pile of hay in
Hillhome!" He imagined the conflagration consuming the
town around him, and the thought gave him much pleasure.
"Excellency, I have a suggestion," said the sergeant, with
unusual courage.
Pitrick looked at him suspiciously for a moment, then
gestured for the derro to speak.
"It will be dawn soon - no more than an hour to first
light, and in another hour the sun will drive us under cover.
I urge that we attack the hill dwarves immediately, destroy
them now, while darkness still surrounds us. Then we can
destroy their town at our leisure.
"But, if we stop to burn now," the sergeant continued,
knowing he risked his life by daring to suggest a plan
counter to the idea of his temperamental commander, "the
sun will rise before the battle is concluded, and we will have
given the hill dwarves another day of life."
Without pause, the sergeant rushed on. "The hill dwarves
have already proven resourceful and treacherous
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