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. "Now, you'd best be off, my
friends. I won't wait TOO long."
"Oh, I'm sure of that," said Kronin. "Until we meet . . ." He
bowed deeply. The other kender, who was a bit smaller
than Kronin, did likewise. It seemed the polite thing to do.
"Bah!" snapped Toede. "You won't be so smart-alecky
when I get through with you!"
But Kronin ignored the Dragon Highlord and turned to
his small friend. "Come, Talorin," he said. "We must be
off."
The other kender grinned and jumped up and down in
anticipation of the sport to begin. "Yes, sir, my liege!" he
said. "Oh, I do love a good game, too!"
The two kender began to shuffle away, dragging the
bloody stag carcass - which was bigger than both of them
combined - across the field. At the edge of the forest they
turned around, waved farewell to Toede, then disappeared
through the underbrush, heroically tugging the deer carcass.
Toede drummed his fingers impatiently on his saddle
pommel. Galiot snorted and pawed the ground nervously.
The dogs yanked at their leashes. The slaves looked
imploringly up at Toede, waiting for the command to
release the beasts.
"Um, we shouldn't wait too much longer," said Groag,
looking a bit concerned. "Kender are awfully tricky - "
"I know how long to wait!" snapped back Toede
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