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. "How do
you think I feel? Is there a worse curse than for two kender
to be chained together?"
But then Talorin, only half listening to the older kender,
snapped his fingers. "Say, I have an idea!"
Kronin looked at him skeptically.
"No, really, I do! It's a good one!"
"Are we going to need anything special for this one?"
"No, no, just some muscle grease!" Talorin jumped to
his feet. His face shone with eagerness.
"Well, that's too much. Mine requires only - ahh.
Hmmm. No. We'd need lard for that - "
"You see? Our situation is dire. Please let me tell you
my idea! Please, please, please - "
"All right, all right!" said Kronin, half covering his
pointy ears. "Just keep your voice down. They're getting
close."
Talorin beamed and rubbed his hands. He leaned toward
Kronin and whispered, "That hobgoblin dunderhead will
never figure this one out!"
"At last!" said Groag, wiping his forehead with a silk
handkerchief and looking up into the high branches of an
especially large pine. "We've treed them!"
"It would seem so," said Toede, peering up and rubbing
his weak chin. He frowned grotesquely. "Although for the
life of me, I don't see anyone up there."
All the guards looked up stupidly and scratched their
heads
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