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We see proof of one thing in his words, Excellency:
oxen did indeed inspire a panicked terror in the dwarven
troops - a terror that seems peculiar to their race. Of course,
most of the Istar War had been fought in terrain too rough
for the beasts to play any major role, but on flat ground the
huge, buffalolike creatures loomed over the dwarves and
were truly intimidating.
Horgan's mind reeled, and here - in his own words - we
learn of another source of his shame. It seems that the
young hero was stinking drunk! Before the battle - quite
against orders - he and several in his platoon had snitched a
bottle of potent rum. Horgan claims to have guzzled far
more than his share. Indeed, he states that his hands shook
so much that he spilled the stuff all over himself.
Now he stood there, dumb with shock, gesticulating
wildly - to some mysteriously. Finally, his brain's frantic
messages to flee reached his legs, and Horgan turned
toward the ditch. The bridge stood open to the human
wagons.
But the oxen ignored their drivers' commands and
veered sharply from the road. Bellowing loudly, pawing the
earth with their great hooves, and snorting in agitation, the
beasts lumbered after Horgan, following the dwarf
determinedly into the ditch
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