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"No. Look. It's not frayed. The goat chewed it."
"Yes, well. . ." Tanis smiled and quietly relieved Tas of
Flint's small whittling knife. "Fell out of the pack, did it?"
Tas's eyes widened innocently. "Oh! I guess it did. Good
thing I found it. Flint wouldn't have been happy to leave it
behind. But what about the pack strap?"
"It looks frayed to me." He patted Tas's shoulder. "Come
on, now. It's time to go."
"I don't know why no one believes me, Tanis."
Tanis wished then, for the sake of the wistful hope in the
kender's voice, that he could believe in the magic pipe. But
it sounded too much like all of Tas's fantastic stories.
Some, doubtless, were true. But Tan-is had never been able
to separate those from the soaring flights of imagination
that Tas passed off as adventures.
"You know," he said kindly, "enchanted or not, your
piping saved our lives. If we hadn't heard it, Sturm and I
would have died out there."
"I'm glad it did, Tanis, I really am. But, still, I wish
someone would believe I found the magic. I don't know
why Flint won't. He saw the deer and the goat and the mice
and the owl. And the rabbit WAS sleeping against his foot."
That rabbit, Tanis realized then, was not among the
things that Flint denied
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