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Dragonlance -- Dan Parkinson - The Gates Of Thorbardin
Atec Март 01 2008 15:03:31
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. The other one
was right behind us."
"Why do ogres follow anyone?" the human leader
snarled at Chane. "To torture, to mutilate, to kill." He
looked at Chane curiously. "But you got him, huh?"
"I didn't kill him," Chane said. "I tried to, but all I man-
aged was to bury him under some rock."
"We irritated him, though," Chess said helpfully.
The dwarven chief also was gazing at Chane, studying
him. 'You don't look like a hill dwarf," he said.
"I'm not. I'm from Thorbardin."
The hill dwarf sucked in his breath, his eyes narrowing
to slits. He half-raised the axe he carried, then shrugged
and let it down. "Mountain dwarf," he rumbled. "But I
guess that war was over a long time ago."
Chane thought abruptly of the ice-field - only a few
miles away - where two kinds of dwarves remained fro-
zen in bloody, ancient conflict. "I hope so," he said.
Chapter 17
The dwarf and the kender rested that nigtt in
the humans' camp. Despite Fleece Ironhill's concession, a
mountain dwarf still was more welcome among humans
than among hill dwarves. What remained in their
packs - a few pounds of dried cat, some rolls of goose,
and a piece of flatbread - they shared. The humans in
turn shared some of the meager provisions they had car-
ried in their retreat from the goblin marauders
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