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showing enough of himself to aim at anything, squeezed the trigger.<br />
From the Informative Record of Recent Grel History:<br />
One of the Grel vanished in a puff of fire.<br />
'Vital new fact: the human is armed!' shouted the Grel Master. 'Take cover!'<br />
The Grel ran to various positions about the room, already checking through their huge storehouse<br />
of tactical information concerning gunfights in enclosed areas.<br />
When they looked up from their carefully and swiftly chosen locations, they discovered that<br />
their quarry, who obviously knew nothing of such tactics, had bolted straight for the exit.<br />
'Fire!' screamed the Grel Master.<br />
Extract Ends<br />
Stokes had a terrible, mortal feeling in his stomach as he ran for the door, clutching the gun to his<br />
chest.<br />
Half of it was that he'd shot someone. He didn't like that. He didn't like being full enough of<br />
fear and anger to be able to do it. It gave him a fatal sense of deserving the energy bolt in the<br />
back that he knew he was about to get. He was a soldier now, and soldiers were killed.<br />
The other half of it was simple, rabbitlike logic. He could see now that there was a long corridor<br />
on the other side of the door, that he had bought time for the others after all, because the Grel<br />
were going to have a clear aim at him all along that tunnel.<br />
If he had been a rabbit, he would have accepted that immediately and stood still to be shot.<br />
But because he was a human being, he ran anyway.<br />
He just got over the threshold of the door when something far too solid and sudden knocked<br />
his feet away from him.<br />
And then he fell into darkness.<br />
Bernice was doing a quick head count of her hosts, who were now sitting around their kitchen<br />
table, each at a chair with their name on the back. 'Lazy, Moody, Laddish, Gushy, Bitchy, Liberal<br />
and Cute. Seven of you, and I knew that before I was told it. How is that possible?'<br />
Wolsey shrugged a languid cat shrug. He and Bernice had been given mugs of warm mead and<br />
seats with GUEST carved on the back. 'I have ceased to understand much of what you say. What<br />
worries me, Dick, is that these seven tadpoles are convinced you're female. Perhaps they've<br />
escaped from some travelling show. I hear the King has a new plan to deal with such as they: it's<br />
called Care in the Entertainment Community.'<br />
'We have not escaped from a show!' exclaimed Moody. 'We work in our mine, and sell the<br />
rubies and diamonds that we find there in the village market.'<br />
Bernice frowned. 'Is there much of a market for precious stones in a small agrarian community?'<br />
The dwarves all looked at her blankly.<br />
'Perhaps they're a little short,' suggested Wolsey.<br />
'Oh, for goodness' sake!' Bernice slapped the table. 'Look, once and for all, where am I? What<br />
is this place?'<br />
'The Land of Good King Rupert,' said Gushy.<br />
'Who?' Wolsey laughed. 'Gadzooks, these squibs have never heard of England. Is that possible?<br />
Why, I thought there would always be an –'<br />
'Don't sing,' Bernice told him sharply. She rubbed her brow. 'You lot can't even agree on what<br />
country we're in. I have memories of being an entirely different person to who you think I am<br />
now, and –'<br />
'Was she just as lovely?' asked Cute, in a small, plaintive voice.<br />
Bernice ignored him. She was deeply disturbed by these dwarves. They seemed to be characterizations<br />
of her best students, quick sketches of their most basic traits, rather than the whole,<br />
albeit young, personalities that she knew. In Cute's case, he was just pretty and gawped at her.<br />
That said something about her, surely, that, before all this weird business had happened, she'd