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Two demons had tight hold of him. And the one foul creature was trying to trick him by using his brother’s voice. Orëmir would not handle him so roughly, would not keep him from something he truly wanted. Orëmir’d come with him, hadn’t he, even though he’d protested at length that this was a foolish, foolish trip. No . . . Orëmir would not do this to him.
Endamir struck out wildly with his feet, trying to kick at his captors. He pulled one arm free from the blackguard’s grip and swung willy-nilly at one of the foul creatures. ‘What have you done to my brother and my friends!?’ he cried.
There was a satisfying crunch as his fist connected with someone’s nose.
‘Help! Help!’ he cried louder. ‘They’re trying to kidnap me!’
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