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. "And I
even have an idea how to do it! We need only - oh. Dam.
We'd need the hoopak for that." He furrowed his brow to
think. "Of course!" said Talorin again, snapping his fingers.
"We could take - ahhh - no, that wouldn't work, either.
We'd need four more kender. . . ."
Kronin rolled his eyes upward.
"Hey! We could try to - darn it! That's no good! There
are too many trees in here! Well, I suppose we could
always - drat! I doubt even hobgoblins are that stupid."
Talorin rubbed his slender face. "Say, how about - ?"
"Um, don't trouble yourself, my friend," interrupted
Kronin finally. He spat into his hands, rubbed them, and
took up the chain again. "I do believe I already have an
idea. . . ."
Toede and his hunting party had now been riding
through those gloomy woods a long while - so long, in fact,
that they eventually came to a groaning halt. The slaves
collapsed to catch their breath. Toede scratched his broad,
squat face. "It seems," he said, only slowly perceiving the
truth, "that we've been returning to the same spot over and
over."
"Yes, it does seem that way," said Groag, somewhat
fatigued by the long search. "The kender apparently
dragged the carcass in a circle."
Toede's pink eyes reddened
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