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. The nightmare, its eyes even wider
than usual -- probably the influence of the grove,
thought Tas -- lunged after its prey, but became mo-
mentarily tangled in the thick undergrowth.
One moment of hesitation was all Vinsint needed.
The ogre swung his massive fist in a roundhouse punch
that caught Scul fully between the eyes. The stunned
animal staggered, almost recovered, and then its legs
buckled and it thudded to the ground at Denzil's feet.
Its blood-red eyes rolled back in their sockets.
Without breaking stride, the ogre plucked Denzil's
crossbow from his back, snapped it in half, and flung
it into the depths of the woods. Then he grabbed Den-
zil himself and stuffed him under one arm. Before Tas
could scramble more than a step, he was scooped up
and slung under the ogre's other arm. The creature
lumbered off into the grove with his two prisoners.
"What shall we have for dinner?" Vinsint asked
pleasantly.
The usual introductions after an abduction had been
made. Vinsint showed them around the small, circular
room that contained a table, a bunch of crates, and a
stairway. The ogre explained his presence in the Ruins
and told the two newcomers what was expected of
them.
"I've been awfully busy here lately," the ogre contin-
ued, "so I'm a little short and there is not a lot of vari-
ety, but I've been told I'm a very good cook." He placed
a tin plate of little sandwiches before Tasslehoff and
Denzil. Tas was reaching for one of the tasty-looking
morsels when Denzil furiously swept the plate from
the table
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