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. With one horse and six gully dwarves on each, you should be
able to lower the wagon nice and easy. Let's have that as our slogan
today, shall we? 'Nice and easy.' Can everyone say that?" A ragged
chorus of "nice and easy," or variations on it, rippled up and down
the two lines of gully dwarves. "Right," said Gisella. "And Tas, you
and your six husky lads have the guy lines. Your job is to guide the
wagon off the edge... " Gisella's throat constricted slightly on the
words"... and then steady it as much as you can on the way down."
For a moment, everyone looked at everyone else. Then Gisella
winked at Tas and Tas kicked away the stone that was blocking the
wagon's wheel. Slowly, guided by Tas, the six Aghar on the guy lines
rolled the wagon toward the edge of the cliff. Meanwhile, Woodrow, who
had three times as many gully dwarves to control and therefore three
times as many problems, struggled to keep the lines taut through the
pulleys.
Gisella's breath caught in her throat as the front wheels of the
wagon dropped over the edge. The ropes on the forward pulley snapped
tight at once, and the tree bobbed up and down. With its forward
wheels suspended over six hundred feet of nothing, the gully dwarves
inched the wagon ahead.
Gisella's heart was pounding. The wagon, the tree, the gully
dwarves, all swam in front of her. Then the rear wheels of the wagon
crunched across the brink, and the vehicle dropped six inches, swaying
to and fro. The gully dwarves on the guy lines squealed and dug their
heels into the packed dirt under the tree as the weight of the wagon,
swinging out into line beneath the pulleys, dragged them toward the
cliff
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