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. The spasm subsided slightly, then came again, this
time far more violently. Fallen gully dwarves piled up on
the gravel-strewn floor, and the Highbulp was thrown head
over heels, to land atop them.
" 'Nough of this!" he shrieked. "Ever'body run like
crazy!"
They would have, gladly, but a rumbling like
approaching thunder growled all around them. Debris from
above pelted down on them, and the cavern's floor heaved
and rose, pitching them into the center, where they piled up
in a
writhing, struggling mass with the Highbulp buried
somewhere within.
Then, with a tremendous roar, the hole in the ceiling
split wide, the cavern's floor heaved upward, the very world
seemed to belch mightily, and the hilltop above erupted in a
gout of gravel, pyrite fragments, dust and tumbling gully
dwarves.
The Highbulp found himself airborne, and shrieked in
terror, then he was falling, and thudded onto hard ground
beneath a smoky red sky. Someone landed on top of him,
and others all around. For a time he lay dazed, then he
raised eyes that went round with wonder. He was on a hill-
top, surrounded by other stunned gully dwarves, and all
around was confusion. In the distance to the east, the
horizon and the sky above it were a cauldron of blazing,
writhing flames, where smoke and black clouds marched
across a howling sky. And in the opposite direction, to the
west, mountains were exploding.
"Wha' happen?" several voices echoed one another.
"Cave all turnippy," someone said. "Burp us out
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