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"Oops!" said Talorin, turning his head. "I think I hear the
dogs!" He paused to listen. "Yes, yes, that's them all right.
You know, my liege, I think we ought to be making better
time."
Kronin also stopped, and as he did the deer's head
slumped to the soft bed of brown pine needles. "Well," he
said, trying to catch his own breath, "these low branches
should slow the riders down a bit." He pointed to the
crisscrossing limbs, most of which were over the heads of
the two kender. "But you're right, my friend - " he casually
rested an elbow on one of the dead animal's upright antlers
" - although I feel certain if we had enough time, we could
pick these two locks." He looked thoughtful.
"Doubtless!" said Talorin, rattling his chain. "Only . . ."
He hesitated to break into Kronin's meditation. "Only, the
dogs are coming closer as we speak. . . ."
"No kender should be hobbled this way," continued Kronin
philosophically, shaking his head. "It's so embarrassing.
And then, of course, as far as the game goes, it doesn't seem
altogether fair."
"True enough. Those dogs are getting rather loud, aren't
they?"
"Perhaps," Kronin mused, "we ought to do something
about those dogs. ..."
"Yes, yes! Capital idea!" Talorin brightened
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