“General Gild buttoned up his cloak, replaced his chair under the table and said: “Let’s find out.” He strode towards the door and Inso’raban fell in behind him. Old Dribble watched, just his matted grey head sticking up from the cellar’s hatch. From outside, the Ice-Panther roared. The hatch slammed shut.”

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