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Footing was tricky, requiring more concentration than most
of the Lady Drule's followers could maintain in a place with
so many distractions - layers of fresh stone to be looked at
and tasted, small, furry things to be noted in case there was
time later for a rat hunt, and their own distorted shadows
bobbing here and there.
As a result, the journey was punctuated with thuds and
bumps, trips and falls, and a running commentary up and
down the line:
"Look here! Pretty shine."
"What that over there? Dragon?"
"Not dragon, dummy, just bat shadow."
"Oops!" Thud.
"Hey, floor bouncy 1"
"Not bouncy. You fall on me. Get off."
"Somethin' shiny there? Nope, just Bipp's eyes."
"Anybody bring stew?"
"Where we goin', anyway?"
"To find Highbulp."
"Find Highbulp? Why?"
"Dunno. Lady Drule say so."
Then, from the head of the line, "Sh!"
The Lady Drule had rounded a bend and saw light
ahead. She stopped, and several of her followers bumped
into her. "Sh!" she repeated.
Behind her, around the bend, someone complained,
"Hunch! Get staff off my foot!" Then, "Hunch? Hunch!
Wake up, get staff off my foot!"
There were sounds of a tussle, and the Grand Notioner's
voice, "What? What goin' on?"
The Lady Drule turned, frowning. She put a finger to
her lips. "Sh!"
This time the message was relayed back down the line,
and there was silence. She turned again, peering toward the
dim light ahead. The tunnel seemed to widen there, and
something glistened
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