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. Raising her hand to keep the rest
hushed, Drule crept forward. Another cavern was just
ahead, its floor strewn with broken rock and glitters of pyrite,
and the light came from overhead. She tiptoed into the
open, peering around. The light was daylight and came
from a hole in the ceiling. There was no sign of the
Highbulp and his explorers, but among the glitters lay two
or three candles, a forage pouch, and a shoe. The others
had been here.
The Lady Drule's ears perked at a sound that was like
faraway thunder - or someone snoring. It came from
overhead, and her eyes brightened. "Gorge?" she called
softly. "Highbulp, where you?"
"Lady Drule find Highbulp?" someone asked.
"Must be close," someone else suggested. "Sure
sounds like him snorin'."
Drule looked up at the opening in the ceiling, then
handed her candle to the one nearest her. "All wait here,"
she said. "Maybe they up there. I go see."
Clambering onto a pile of fallen stone, she found
handholds on the stone wall and climbed toward the light.
The opening above was small - about two feet across - but
it was big enough for any gully dwarf to go through.
The Lady Drule climbed, then hoisted herself into the
hole. The sound of snoring came again, very close. If that
was Gorge snoring, he was outdoing himself. She had
never heard even the Highbulp sleep so loudly.
With a final pull, she raised her head above the hole
and looked around. She was on a hilltop littered with stone.
Fragments and grotesque shapes were all around, and a
particularly ugly large boulder blocked her view on one
side
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