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. The dwarf's
keen eyes examined each patch of rough ground, each
shallow stream bank or nearby ridge, considering them for
lines of fire, potential cover, and routes of retreat - all the
while steadily pumping his stocky legs.
The trail wound downward from the lofty crests. The
ogre and, some miles behind, the dwarf, skirted the
foothills of the Khalkist Mountains near the borderlands,
where the outposts of Istar asserted the Kingpriest's
arrogance at the very feet of the dwarven realms. Alert for
humans, Horgan nevertheless maintained his pursuit,
steadily closing the gap.
On the fourth morning, Horgan reached the ogre's most
recent campfire to find the ashes still warm. His quarry, he
deduced, was less than four hours ahead of him. The
monster's trail led along a crude pathway that followed the
floor of a narrow, winding valley. A deep stream
alternately meandered and thundered beside Horgan, in the
same direction as the ogre's trail.
The mountainsides to the right and left loomed so
close, at times, that the place became more like a gorge
than a valley. The view before Horgan was often restricted,
though sometimes the dwarf would come around a bend to
see several hundred yards of the path before him
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