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. And
he waited still longer to prove it.
But finally he, too, got nervous, and so he shouted:
"Release the hounds!"
The hounds bolted ahead, and the hobgoblins galloped
behind them while the panting slaves, watched over by two
rearguards, were forced to try to keep up on foot.
At the edge of the forest, the hounds slowed and began
sniffing for the scent of the deer carcass, their dark muzzles
sweeping feverishly across the ground, snorting now and
then to clear dirt from their wet nostrils. After a few
moments of this, one of them suddenly plunged into the
woods, pulling the others after it, all of them yapping away.
The hunting party followed, the riders forced to duck
beneath the low, dead limbs of the pine tree.
"Whew!" said Talorin, pulling his chain with both hands,
barely keeping up his share of the burden. "I think I'm
actually beginning to sweat!"
The two kender were slowly making their way among
the towering trees of the gloomy and silent inner forest
where only flecks of sunlight broke through the branches
above, dappling the forest floor.
"Good for you!" said Kronin as he also tugged away,
taking care to show less strain, because, after all, he was the
leader. "You don't get enough exercise
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