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.."That business you
did before, leading the cats off... can you do that
again?"
"I suppose so. Won't be as much fun the second time,
though. Things like that get to be routine after a while."
"I don't care," the dwarf said. "Just do it."
The kender shrugged. "I guess one more time won't
hurt. Come along, kitties. Time for another run." Poking
and prodding at snarling predators, Chess circled the
stump of the road, gathering more than a dozen cats on
the far side. With a final swat of his staff, he took off
around the curve, great cats bounding after him. Left
alone, Chane wrapped his harness over his shoulders
and set about replacing gravel on the main road. Some
time passed before the kender returned, a long line of ir-
ritated cats slinking along abreast of him. When he saw
what the dwarf was doing, Chess shouted and ran to-
ward him. "What are you doing?" he demanded. "We
need that gravel. Why are you putting it back?"
Panting, Chane slipped out of his vine harness and in-
spected his work. The road here was not as neatly graded
as it had been, but it was black again and hemmed in the
cats. "Because we don't need it any longer," the dwarf
said. Picking up his pack, he strode to the east verge of
the road and walked off into the forest
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