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. "So! Kronin thinks he's put
one over on me, does he? We'll see about that! Leash the
dogs!"
The slaves, who had only just gotten comfortable lying
on the bed of pine needles, forced themselves to their feet
with a moan. When the dogs were leashed, the hunting
party, at Toede's orders, proceeded more slowly and
methodically along the scent trail. Toede kept some dogs on
the outside of the circle the kender had made, hoping to
catch the spot where Kronin and Talorin had veered off.
Sure enough, the dogs ranging the perimeter soon grew
wild and loud, snorting at the ground and tugging on their
leashes.
"Do you see?" shouted Toede gloatingly. "They've only
managed to postpone their end - and, may I add, not for
very long!" He turned to the slaves. "Release them!"
The slaves were only too happy to obey. The dogs, once
free, bolted deeper into the forest in the direction of the
fresh scent, scaring up several grouse and other birds along
the way.
"Oh, I've never felt such a thrill!" declared Toede
gleefully as he galloped after his dogs, the needles on the
ground kicking up under the hooves of Galiot. "We ought to
hunt kender more often!"
"Yes, sire," responded Groag without much conviction,
his robes fluttering
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