CHAPTER SIX
I was glad to breathe in the fresh air that wafted down the tunnel and the bright light bathed my skin in a comfortable warmth. My relaxation, however, was interrupted when we arrived at the top of the corridor. We came upon a small camp of mine carts and mules pulling wagons. Another dozen dwarves were transferring loads of rocks from the carts to the wagons.
And one of them noticed us.
“Hey! What are you doing here?” he demanded to know as his compatriots turned around.
“Just sightseeing,” Tegan quipped as he pulled me sharply to the left.
“Get back here!” another shouted as they gave chase.
The dwarves rushed after us and took up various weapons like pickaxes and shovels. Their short legs moved faster than I expected and one of them began to gain on us. The slow
