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." Of course, Talorin could pick
the occasional lock, but Kronin was better at it, and besides,
he was the leader.
"Maybe," said Kronin vaguely, taking Talorin's shackled
wrist. "But I can't pick locks and think at the same time."
"That's all right, my liege. I'll think for us. In fact, I've
already got an idea. Why don't we - rats! We already tried
that. Or, maybe . . ."
The barking got louder; in addition, the pounding of the
ponies' hooves could be heard along with Toede's own
hoarse shouting as he frantically barked orders at his
hunting party.
"This is going to be just a bit too close for comfort," said
Kronin, fumbling at the lock.
Talorin, still sitting on the carcass, squinted in deep
thought. Every so often he brightened, but then quickly
shook his head and fell back to his cogitating. "Well, that
does it!" he finally announced, slapping his thigh with his
free hand. "I'm fresh out of ideas!"
Suddenly Kronin stopped picking the lock. His ears
twitched. "Say, did you hear something?"
"Hear something?" repeated Talorin, who was busy
scooping up pebbles and inspecting them to see if any
might, accidentally, be jewels. "Yes, but I thought it was
you tugging at the lock - "
"No, no - " said Kronin
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