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. And Raistlin has some work to do yet."
"But Caramon is always hungry," Tas said, dusting
himself off. "What's so important about that - oh, the
panther?"
Flint nodded. Tas, remembering Pytr's intense and
always sharp cat-hunger, grinned slyly. He was not
unhappy that Rieve must be learning even now what it
meant to be the object of that hunger. "It's just a thought,
Flint, but perhaps they could just feed Caramon whatever's
lying around the cottage?"
In the end, though Tas had not been alone in his wistful
wish, they did not feed Rieve to the panther. Some oath or
promise was extracted from him, though what passed
between him and Raistlin none ever learned, for Raistlin
banished all but the big panther from the cottage. If
Caramon heard or understood, he was uncharacteristically
silent about it. And a week later, when those who had been
cat and squirrel, wren and falcon, fox, dog, and panther
were gathered in Solace, it was yet a matter for speculation.
Wren watched Raistlin, who sat in the shadows of Flint's
hearth. "Were truth told, I'm not sure that I want to know."
"I wouldn't mind knowing," Pytr muttered. He stroked
her hair and sighed. "I'd like to know with what coin
Rieve's debt has been paid
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