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Chapter 17 — The Fight in the Cave of the Moon Butchers

           ThenIcouldseethattherewassomethingmovingdimlyintheblacknessbelowthegrating,butwhatitmightbeIcouldnotdistinguish.Thewholethingseemedtohangfirejustforamoment—thensmash!Ihadsprungtomyfeet,strucksavagelyatsomethingthathadflashedoutatme.Itwasthekeenpointofaspear.Ihavethoughtsincethatitslengthinthenarrownessofthecleftmusthavepreventeditsbeingslopedtoreachme.Anyhow,itshotoutfromthegratinglikethetongueofasnake,andmissedandflewbackandflashedagain.ButthesecondtimeIsnatchedandcaughtit,andwrencheditaway,butnotbeforeanotherhaddartedineffectuallyatme.

           IshoutedwithtriumphasIfelttheholdoftheSeleniteresistmypullforamomentandgive,andthenIwasjabbingdownthroughthebars,amidstsquealsfromthedarkness,andCavorhadsnappedofftheotherspear,andwasleapingandflourishingitbesideme,andmakinginefficientjabs.Clang,clang,cameupthroughthegrating,andthenanaxehurtledthroughtheairandwhackedagainsttherocksbeyond,toremindmeofthefleshersatthecarcassesupthecavern.

           Iturned,andtheywereallcomingtowardsusinopenorderwavingtheiraxes.Theywereshort,thick,littlebeggars,withlongarms,strikinglydifferentfromtheoneswehadseenbefore.Iftheyhadnotheardofusbefore,theymusthaverealisedthesituationwithincredibleswiftness.Istaredatthemforamoment,spearinhand.“Guardthatgrating,Cavor,”Icried,howledtointimidatethem,andrushedtomeetthem.

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