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"Tas?" Dougan scowled, whirling around. "You don't
mean Tasslehoff Burrfoot? The kender?"
"Yes, do you know him?"
"No," the dwarf growled, "but a friend of mine does.
This crazy dwarf under a tree near my for - near where I
work, day in, day out, whittling his endless wood and
muttering 'doorknob of a kender this' and 'doorknob of a
kender that.' "
"A friend?" Palin said, mystified. "Why that sounds like
a story our father told about Flint - "
"Never you mind!" Dougan snapped irritably. "And quit
talking about kender! We're in enough trouble as it is.
Brrrrr." He shivered. "Makes my skin crawl . . ."
The faintest glimmering of understanding lit the
confused darkness of Palin's mind. Dimly he began to see
the truth. But though the light shone on his thoughts, they
were such a confused jumble that he couldn't sort them put
or even decide whether he should feel relieved or more
terrified.
"Maybe we could break the mirrors," Tanin suggested,
blinking in the darkness, trying to see beyond the sea of
bright blue spots that filled his vision.
"I wouldn't," Dougan warned. "The thing's likely to
blow up."
"You mean it's trapped?" Sturm asked nervously,
backing away.
"No!" Dougan snapped irritably
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