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"Now what have we here?" said Toede, leaning down.
Suddenly his beady eyes widened. "What's this? Groag!
Look who we've bagged!"
Groag leaned forward, and even he seemed impressed.
"I do believe - goodness, could it be?"
"It could!" said Toede with great satisfaction. "The
kender leader! Oh, won't this impress the other Highlords!"
It was, indeed, Kronin Thistleknot. Except for a certain
regal bearing and minnow-silver hair, he looked like an
ordinary kender, although slightly taller and sturdier. Also,
he had twice as many pouches and ornaments slung around
his slender waist. In his company was a more youthful
kender with a gap-toothed smile, as thrilled as could be to
find himself in the middle of such an unusual experience as
being captured by the great Toede.
"Good afternoon," said Kronin casually, swinging in his
net-hammock. "Fine day for hunting."
"Fine day, indeed," responded Toede with a sneer.
"Mind you, my dear Kronin, the real hunting hasn't even
begun!"
Toede quickly looked about until he spotted the slain stag
crumpled on the ground some dozen paces away. His eyes
glinted with a notion. "Bring that here!" he ordered.
The two hobgoblins who had killed the animal hurried
over to it on their ponies, chasing away some complaining
jackals and buzzards that had already gathered there
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