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It was some time before the Lady Drule got all of her
people out of the hole. When she did, they crowded around
her, staring at the creature she had found. She was so
hemmed in that she could hardly move, and began pushing
her way out of the crowd.
" 'Nough look at Krog!" she commanded. "Come on.
We gotta look for Highbulp!"
A layer of dust had settled on the hilltop, and there
were tracks all around. Three distinct sizes of footprints -
gully dwarf prints, human prints twice their size, and Krog
prints twice the size of the human prints.
She showed the rest of them the tracks, then pointed.
"Highbulp an' rest go that way with Talls."
Hunch stared at the tracks, frowning. "Highbulp real
dimwit to go with Talls," he declared. "Why do that?"
"Dunno." The Lady Drule shrugged. "We go see."
She set out northward, the rest falling in behind her.
Behind them, Krog realized that they were leaving. He
stood up.
"Mama?" he rumbled. "Wait for me." He hurried to
catch up with the Lady Drule, and gully dwarves scattered
this way and that to avoid being stepped on.
Drule looked back at the confusion and shook her head.
"Ever'body come on!" she demanded. "No time for fool
around!"
"It not us fool around. It Krog!"
"Make Krog go 'way."
After they had gone a few miles, the Lady Drule gave
up on getting rid of Krog. She had tried everything she
could think of to make the creature "go 'way," and nothing
had worked. Faced with the inevitable, she accepted it and
just tried to ignore him
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