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. Her
gaze moved on to include the ropes that had been strung to several
boulders to anchor the tree. Then she cleared her throat.
"I haven't had much practice trusting people," she said to
Woodrow. "The few times I've tried it, it hasn't worked out too well,
personally or financially. I don't have a lot of choice here, though.
If we go south, I'm ruined by the delay. If we go down the cliff --
well, maybe I'm ruined and maybe I'm not. It sounds like a plan to me.
Fondu! Where's Fondu?"
The gully dwarf tumbled out of a knot of his fellows that were
wrestling over someone's grimy cap. "Fondu here," he announced. "You
ready for pulley job?" A pair of hands reached out of the melee and
hauled Fondu back into the writhing mass before Gisella could answer.
Careful not to get too close, Gisella approached the pile of gully
dwarves and, cupping her hands around her mouth, shouted, "Fondu! Line
them up! Line them up!"
Several seconds later, Fondu kicked and swatted his way out
again and began hauling gully dwarves out of the fracas. Within
minutes, everyone was sorted and lined up along the two ropes, which
stretched over a quarter of a mile away from the cliff. Gisella
reviewed her company, replete with bloody noses, blackened eyes, and
swollen lips. No sooner did she turn her back than someone pushed
someone else and the whole fray began over again until Woodrow
collared the two troublemakers and held them at arm's length.
"All right, Woodrow," Gisella instructed, "you're in charge of
the ropes
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