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. But when the
gully dwarf looked up, he saw his lady's face, her lips
puckered and pressed to her finger. Instantly Fondu
stopped singing and bellowed, "Red-hair lady says to
shut up! Shut up! Shut up! -
The singing stopped abruptly, and the gully dwarves
froze in place. Pluk, balanced precariously on one foot,
wavered, jerked, hopped three times, and with his arms
windmilling wildly, collapsed on top of his brother,
Slurp. Both of them struggled back to their feet with their
hands clamped firmly over their mouths.
Once again Woodrow bent his ear to the wind.
Several moments passed.
"Well?" whispered Gisella.
Without turning his head, Woodrow whispered back,
"It's singing. I hear singing."
"Oh, that's marvelous," hissed Gisella. "It's probably
another bunch of gully dwarves. Can't you tell any more
than that?"
"No, ma'am. Either they're garbling the lyrics some-
thing awful, or they're singing in a language I don't un-
derstand, because I can't make out the words. Sounds
like quite a chorus, though," he added.
"I can't see anything through these cursed weeds," spat
Gisella, swatting at the dwarf-high grass surrounding
her. "Woodrow, help me onto my horse."
Woodrow linked his fingers and formed a step with his
hands, boosting Gisella onto the back of her horse. She
shaded her eyes with her hand and scanned the horizon.
"I see a red banner moving across our path -- it looks
like someone's family crest," the dwarf said at last. "It's
not too far off. There must be a road farther ahead
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