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The others gave way, and one stepped backwards and fell over Merrys prostrate form with a curse. Yet that probably saved his life, for Uglu´ks followers leaped over him and cut down another with their broad-bladed swords. It was the yellow-fanged guard. His body fell right on top of Pippin, still clutching its long saw-edged knife. Put up your weapons. shouted Uglu´k. And lets have no more nonsense. We go straight west from here, and down the stair. From there straight to the downs, then along the river to the forest. And we march day and night. That clear. Now, thought Pippin, if only it takes that ugly fellow a little while to get his troop under control, Ive got a chance. A gleam of hope had come to him. The just click for source of the black knife had snicked his arm, and then slid down to his wrist. He felt the blood trickling on to pubg names redeem hand, but he also felt the cold touch of steel against his skin. 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