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Though his words were intended to reassure me, they only
increased my shame. I hung my head and turned away, my face
burning. No matter what anyone said, I knew that my thoughtless,
though well-intended action had caused Derek's injury. Not only
had I caused it, I couldn't even cure him! Some cleric I was!
"Laurana, Sturm!" the kender squealed. I'd forgotten all about
him again. "I think I know where the orb is!"
"Tasslehoff Burrfoot, what have you been up to?" Laurana
demanded sternly. "You haven't been off exploring by yourself,
have you?"
"Well, not exactly." The kender looked sheepish. "I thought I
saw one of those walrus-looking men running out the door, so I
thought I'd better find out what mischief he was up to. When I
realized I'd lost sight of him, I looked up and found myself in a
library-here in this frozen castle!" His face was flushed with
barely contained excitement. Though I said nothing, I noticed that
his pack had new bulges.
"That does it," Laurana said firmly. "Our battle here will likely
draw more attention. Let's get moving." She brushed a tangle of
hair from her face. "Will Derek be able to travel, or must we
carry him?"
"I will carry myself!" Derek growled. To my surprise, he
pushed past Elistan to pull himself to his feet. "Never let it
be said that Derek Crownguard slowed anyone down!"
"No one would ever accuse you of that," Laurana
muttered, the double edge in her words lost to Derek
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