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. "You did not bring the bear from
Tarsis," he growled.
The maiden paled at his accusatory tone. "No, he was
being tortured by minotaurs, so we freed him," she
explained hastily. "We released him, but-"
"He's fallen in love with Laurana!" a small, childlike
creature with a long tassle of hair cried, leaping forward
with delight.
Completely undaunted by Harald, the creature started
forward, small hand extended. "How do you do? My name
is Tasslehoff Burrfoot and . . ."
"Hush up, you doorknob," a stocky dwarf growled,
yanking the excited kender back by the arm, "or I'll feed
you to a minotaur myself!"
Laurana smiled embarrassedly and glanced at the
massive white bear. "He does seem rather fond of me."
Like Harald, I found the presence of the ice bear in-
triguing. I knew the bear was young from its awkward,
clumsy gait. I'd seen many of these lumbering creatures on
the glacier, but never had I seen one willingly serve any
master, human or otherwise. An iron collar strained at the
bear's thick neck and deep red welts marred its white fur,
witness to the elf woman's story of the minotaur's tortures.
But Harald's interest turned to the talk of minotaurs.
"How many bull-creatures were there? Did you kill them?"
I could see the elf woman trying to gauge Harald's
reaction. Perhaps the Ice Folk were friendly with minotaurs.
"There were seven-and yes"-she gambled, watching him
closely-"we killed them all
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