Sinead forced her eyes open. She was lying on a lumpy mattress wrapped in her cloak. A short, stout figure with a black beard, was crouching beside her.
Sorry for hitting you like that,’ he said gruffly. ‘Alric and me thought you were one of them witches.’
Another squat figure appeared out of the gloom. ‘It’s her, Dorril! Like it says in the Prophesy: ‘She will come bearing a Dwarfen sword’.’ He pointed to the Sword of Elshain, which lay beside Sinead. ‘That’s it! The Destiny we’ve been waiting for all these years.’
Sinead raised herself on her elbows, fighting back the dizziness.
‘We are the last Dwarves of the Deep Mines. It’s says in the Prophesy that we must help you,’ said Alric solemnly.
Sinead blinked. ‘Prophesy?’
Sinead sank back onto the mattress.
Dorril crouched down again. ‘Quickly, fetch some water, Alric! Our Destiny depends on her.’
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