The group moved through the gates and back into the hills. The Colonel wanted to question the giant then and there, but it made more sense to do it once they were safely away. It was not long before Cromby and Siersha (the two scouts that had been left in the hills to observe and report) found them.
Cromby laughed, "I think I saw some smoke here'n there. Hawhaw! And none of ya look too bashed about. Was she plain sailing?"
While some others discussed their plan to return to the cairn with Cromby and Siersha, Doc offered to scout the way and lifted into the air as if he had mounted a ghostly flying horse. He quietly clicked and he moved off at a moderately fast pace while leaning low as he passed over the nearest hill.
The Colonel took his moment to question the head that had once been Nosnra, Chief of the Hill Giants. He had the young giant hold up the head and he blew a wind into the slack jaw and asked his first question:
"What is the deed that you wish to be remembered for?"
The mouth quivered and then boasted, ::Eye once ate six horses unna knights who'd rode 'em!::
"To whom would you want us to tell of your death?"
::Emmeye dead? Haw!:: he laughed without humour and added, ::Whoever ya tell, don't tell my wives! Dey will pick my bones an' squabble over da choicest cuts!::
"How many giants did you rule in the end?"
::I dunno, wuddaya want me ta count 'em? A bunch.:: his jaw went slack and his eyes rolled.
"What was the treasure you kept from all others?"
::Oh, I got a lotta treasure. A lot.:: he seemed as if he wanted to say more but ended with, ::Yoo'll never find it.::
"What was the secret you took to your grave?"
As if he forgot who was asking, he answered, ::Eye'll never tell no one about my friend, Faramaug. Not Arlak's lacky. Not Snure. A treasure she is. A dragon. An' no one knows she's dere, unner da steading. No one'll evah know.::
