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"Keep away!"

"Gregor don't," says Bina. This isn't what she'd planned.



"Stay away! You can't have her!"

The Hound, agitated, flails against the ground from which it still has only managed to partially emerge. The weird buzzing unseen pressure of Gregor's gift lurches around wildly making Bina feel nauseous. The Hound shudders as another few inches of her emerge with the sound of bone against stone.

It sounds painful.

Little Piotyr, who had cowered back at first, stops, frozen, unable, or unwilling to understand what is happening as Gregor raises the gun.