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"Your impudence will cost you, runt!" growled the
human officer. His hand flexed and, in a fluid motion, he
drew a long sword of gleaming steel from beneath his
crimson cloak. The great bay reared eagerly.
Horgan immediately looked for the other two humans,
who had been chatting idly beside their horses. This
instinctive alertness saved his life for, with astonishing
quickness, one of the standing humans twisted free from his
green cloak and raised a weapon - a crossbow!
The scout stepped backward, setting his cleated boot
firmly against the slippery surface of the log bridge.
Horgan ducked, raising his shield to cover his face. The
bolt from the small crossbow punched into the circle of
protective metal with such force that it knocked the dwarf
onto his back. He struck the logs of the bridge heavily,
barely retaining his balance on the edge of the span.
Horgan's heart leaped into his throat as he teetered
over the brink of a fall. Below him he saw icy water
through a barricade of sharp-edged granite boulders. In
another instant, he recovered to crouch low on the bridge.
Feverishly, the crossbowman placed another bolt in the
groove of his weapon and began to crank back the heavy
spring
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