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. Where you did well was
in another place altogether."
"I don't understand."
"You are a good companion, lad, and one I would not
hesitate to travel with again."
Plainly Sturm still did not understand. But he took the
compliment with a notable absence of youthful
awkwardness.
In the silence fallen between them Tanis heard the
beginnings of an argument between Tas and Flint that had
become all too familiar these last two days.
"There was no mountain goat," Flint growled.
But Tas was insistent. "Yes, there WAS. And not only
that, there was a deer - "
"There was no deer."
Grinning, Tanis went to join them.
"Flint, there WAS! You saw them. And the field mice,
and the owl. And what about the rabbit, Flint? It slept
against your foot all the time."
This time Flint made no firm denial. "Kender stories," he
snorted. He glanced sidelong at Tanis and veered sharply
away from the subject of magic pipes. "Are you certain
Sturm is ready to travel?"
"So he says, and I think he is."
"I'd like to check that bandage once more."
Tas watched him leave, then reached over to finger a
broken pack strap that had been giving the old dwarf
trouble. "Look, Tanis."
"Frayed, but it should hold with repair
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