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She could see them clearly, she noticed. The cavern
suddenly was very well lighted, light flooding in from the
entrance and growing brighter by the moment. Near the fire,
a sleeping gully dwarf rolled over, sat up and blinked,
shading his eyes. "Huh!" he said. "Mornain' already?"
The light grew, its color changing from angry red to
orange, to yellow and then to brilliant white, nearly blinding
them, even in the shadows of the cavern. Other sleeping
souls awoke and gaped about them.
"What happenin'?" the Lady Drule wondered. Hunch
returned with a bowl and filled it with stew. "Get-tin'
lighter," he said, absently. Abruptly there was a howling at
the entrance, and a gust of wind like an oven blast swept
into the cave. The stew in Hunch's bowl seemed to come
alive. It spewed up and out, showering gravy halfway
across the chamber. The bowl followed, wrenched from the
Grand Notioner's grip, and Hunch followed that, rolling
and shouting, his mop-handle flailing.
Everywhere, then, gully dwarves were scurrying for
cover - stumbling, falling, rolling, fleeing from the brilliant,
howling entrance. They scurried into crevices, rolled into
holes, dodged behind erosion pillars . . . and abruptly there
was silence. The bright light still flooded in from the
entrance, but now not quite so blinding. The roaring wind
died away and the howling diminished to a low, continuing
rumble almost below hearing.
Silence . . . then the rumbling increased. The floor of
the cavern seemed to dance, vibrating to the sound
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