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EventhenJillrememberedtokeepherfaceturnedaside, wellawayfromherbow.“EvenifIcan'tstopblubbing, Iwon'tgetmystringwet, ”shesaid.
“'Warearrows, ” saidPogginsuddenly.
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“Keepitup, boys! ” cameGriffle'svoice.“'twantDarkiesanymorethanwewantMonkeys—orLions—.”
WhateverelseyoumaysayaboutDwarfs, noonecansaytheyaren', .
'svoicecriedout: “, afterme, thatwemayteachthesesonsofearthalesson.”
Tirianandhisfriends, stillpantingfromtheirfightandthankfulforafewminutes' rest, : , ', andeverynowandthentheTarkaancalling, “Takeallyoucanalive! Takethemalive! ”
Whateverthatfightmayhavebeenlike, : elevenmenfollowedhim, draggingelevenboundDwarfs.(Whethertheothershadallbeenkilled, orwhethersomeofthemhadgotaway, wasneverknown.)
“ThrowthemintotheshrineofTash, ” saidRishdaTarkaan.
AndwhentheelevenDwarfs, oneaftertheother, hadbeenflungorkickedintothatdarkdoorwayandthedoorhadbeenshutagain, hebowedlowtothestableandsaid: “Thesealsoareforthyburntoffering, LordTash.”
AndalltheCalormenesbangedtheflatsoftheirswordsontheirshieldsandshouted, “Tash! Tash! ThegreatgodTash! InexorableTash! ”(Therewasnononsenseabout “Tashlan” now.)
—JillandPogginandtheKingintheirhands, , andwhiletheyweredrinkingtheywereperfectlyhappyandcouldnotthinkofanythingelse.
“Ifeelinmybones, ” saidPoggin, “thatweshallall, onebyone, .”
“Itisindeedagrimdoor, ” saidTirian.“Itismorelikeamouth.”
“Oh, can'twedoanythingtostopit? ” saidJillinashakenvoice.
