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"Please," I begged, hanging onto the soldier's arm.
The dragonarmy officer slowly lowered his sword.
"It's all right, Quinby," I said. "I'll go with this soldier
and get everything straightened out. I'm sure," I added with
more confidence than I felt, "that I'll be free by morning."
A dwarf named Vigre Arch suddenly stepped up beside
Quinby and said boldly, "I don't like this. You'd better stay
here with us, Spinner."
The dragonarmy officer's eyebrows raised in alarm.
Dwarves and kender in agreement? "The Highlord was
right," he muttered.
"Right about what?" I asked.
"That you're a dangerous man. Enough of this talk. Let's
go, Kenro, or I'll lop off your head right now. That'd put a
quick end to your storytelling, now, wouldn't it?" he
sneered.
Not having any choice, I started following the officer out
of the inn. Both Quinby and Vigre Arch were shouldered
aside, but there was a growing rumble among the crowd.
"Where are you taking Spinner?" one of the kender
cried.
"We want another story!" shouted a dwarf at the far side
of the room. "Let Spinner go!"
"Yeah! Let Spinner go," yelled a young gnome, taking
up the cry.
Soon everyone in the room - except, of course, the
dragonarmy soldiers - began to chant, "Let Spinner go! Let
Spinner go!"
The kender, dwarves, and gnomes who crammed the inn
had never joined together for anything - except to fight
among themselves - and that had made it easy for the
Highlord to rule
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