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As any good gully dwarf would do, faced with an
armed Tall, the Lady Drule shrieked, turned and ran.
Behind her, gully dwarves scattered in all directions.
Krog looked after Drule for a second, thoroughly
puzzled, then looked again at the bug-eyed man standing
there, gawking up at him in terror. Krog shrugged
eloquently, then voiced a mighty shriek, flung up his hands
just as Drule had done, and pounded away after her. His
shriek drowned out the screams of the man, who was now
bounding away in the other direction, shouting, "Ogre!
Ogre!"
Some distance away, Krog found the Lady Drule hiding
behind a clump of grass. Krog did the same, though his
clump of grass covered no more than the lower part of his
face and maybe one shoulder. He stayed there until Drule
rose. Deciding the danger was gone, she went to regather
her followers. Krog didn't know why they had been hiding,
but whatever suited Mama was all right with him.
*****
It was late evening. Hazy dusk lay in the long shadows of
the Khalkists, and the smoke of campfires hung in the air
when a gully dwarf named Bipp crept through the brush to
the shadowed slave pen and looked inside. He squinted.
"Highbulp?"
Several faces turned toward him. "Hey," someone said.
"That Bipp."
"What you doin' out there, Bipp?" another asked.
Bipp put a finger to his lips. "Sh!"
"What?"
"Sh!"
"Oh. Okay."
"Where Highbulp?" Bipp whispered.
"Right here, somewhere. Highbulp? Highbulp, wake
up
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