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"You lost that, too," Tanin muttered.
"Snake eyes," said the dwarf sadly.
"So now you've lost your money and your hat - "
"Not quite," Dougan hedged. "You see, I just couldn't do
without my hat. . . . And I didn't have anything left that the
old boy wanted, my jacket not fitting him. And you DID
say we were comrades, share and share alike - "
"When did you say that?" Sturm demanded, glaring at
Tanin.
"I don't remember!" Tanin growled.
"So, I bet your armor," said the dwarf.
"You what?" Tanin roared in fury.
"The chief had taken a liking to it when he saw it on you
last evening," continued Dougan rapidly. Even with five
spears pointed directly at him, Tanin looked extremely
formidable and extremely angry. "I bet your armor against
my hat, and I won." The dwarf was smug.
"Thank Paladine!" breathed Tanin, relaxing.
"Then - " said Dougan, looking uncomfortable, "since
my luck was obviously turning, I decided to try for my
money back. I bet the armor, my hat, and" - he pointed -
"the magic staff against my money, the cows, and a goat."
This time it was Palin who sat forward (oblivious of the
spears), his face deathly pale, his lips ashen. "You bet . . .
my staff!" He could scarcely speak
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