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. It
preened itself, shifted its footing on the snag, and cocked
its head to stare at them with one golden eye. "Go away,"
it said.
Chane blinked. "What?"
"It said, 'go away,' " the kender repeated. "I never
heard a bird say 'go away' before, have you? For that
matter, I've never heard a bird say a word of any kind -
except once, when a messenger bird in the service of
some wizard got lost in a crosswind or something and
landed on the flagstaff at Hylo Village. It talked for five
or ten minutes. Nobody knew what it was talking about,
but half the folks in the village were invisible for several
days afterward." He paused, remembering. "Lot of things
got misplaced about then. Old Ferman Wanderweed
never did find his front door -"
"Will you be quiet?" Chane snapped. "This bird just
talked to us."
"I know that. It said, 'go away.' I told you."
"But birds can't talk!"
"Generally not." Curiously, the kender raised his
forked staff and poked at the bird. It glared at him, first
with one eye and then with the other, and shifted its posi-
tion on the snag. "Go away," it said again.
"Do you suppose that's all it knows how to say?"
Chess wondered aloud. "Just, 'go away'? If I were teach-
ing a bird to talk, I think I'd come up with something bet-
ter than -"
"Go away or keep the Way," the bird said
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