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. Thick jungle
vegetation grew all around them. Strange-looking trees of
various types and kinds festooned with hanging vines and
brightly colored flowers grew right up to within a foot of
the wall that was now made of thorny rose-bushes. And
there it stopped. "Not even the jungle comes near this
place," he muttered. There were no animal noises either, he
noticed. "Palin, give me your knife."
"Good idea," said the young mage. "I'd forgotten about
it." Rolling up his white sleeve, Palin fumbled at the dagger
in its cunning leather thong that held it to his forearm and
was supposed to - at a flick of its owner's wrist - release the
dagger and allow it to drop down into Palin's hand. But the
cunning thong was apparently more cunning that its master,
for Palin couldn't get the dagger loose.
"Here," he said, flushing in embarrassment and holding
out his arm to Tanin, "you get it."
Keeping his smile carefully concealed, Tanin managed
to free the dagger, which he and Sturm used to cut off tree
branches. These they honed into crude spears, working
rapidly. Day was dying a lingering death, the light fading
from the sky, leaving it a sickly gray color.
"Do you know anything of this Lord Gargath?" Tanin
asked Dougan as he worked, whittling the point of the
green stick sharp
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