"Yes, though I'd rather ride." The giant hefted the torch. "I'll see King Brotemllain now," he declared. "Don't be a fool, Dwassllir!" Kane protested. "Without your axe you're no match for that monster! You haven't driven it off--it's still prowling in the cavern! We'll be lucky to crawl out before it decides to attack!" The giant brushed him aside. "Look, at least let's draw back and give that cat a chance to leave! We can find timber to shore up the ledge and free your axe! Then we'll try for the crown!" "Not enough time!" Dwassllir's face was resolute. "I never really expected that axe to hold. It'll give way any second, and this shaft will be sealed forever! Can't even risk trying to wrench it free! The torch will keep the beast at bay long enough to get the crown. Besides, he won't be the only demon to crawl up from the pit. You don't need to stay, though." Kane swore and limped after him. "Hal Sabretooth!" roared Dwassllir, scooping up a broken section of stalactite.
