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. th' Highbulp?"
"Not here," she called back. "Tracks, though. Maybe
we follow an' find."
The first ones to the top glanced at the Lady Drule,
started to hoist themselves out of the hole, then spotted the
huge, ugly creature crouched nearby - its gaze fixed
lovingly on Drule - and retreated in panic, dislodging those
below them. Within seconds, there was a tumbling pile of
gully dwarves on the cavern floor and nobody climbing.
The Lady Drule appeared at the opening again, looked
at them curiously. "What happen? Ever'body fall down?"
"What that you got up there?" someone asked. "Big,
ugly thing."
"Oh." She glanced around, then looked down again.
"That just Krog. Stop wastin' time! Come up."
Several of them began climbing again. Heads reached
the surface and poked out, wide eyes looking past Drule at
the creature still squatting nearby.
"That Krog?" someone asked.
"Krog," Drule assured them.
"What Krog?" another demanded.
"Dunno," she shrugged. "Just Krog. That all he
remember. All come on now. Got to find Highbulp."
"Why?" several of them wondered. Then one added,
"We don' like Krog. Make him go 'way."
Drule stamped her foot impatiently, then turned and
walked to Krog. "Go 'way, Krog," she said. "Shoo!"
Obediently, the creature stood and backed away
several steps.
"More go 'way than that!" somebody called from the
hole.
"Shoo!" Drule repeated, waving her arms at Krog.
"Shoo! Shoo!"
Looking very puzzled, the creature retreated farther,
then squatted on its haunches again, a smile of contentment
on its face
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