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. "So hungry, so desperate,
were these poor orphans that they didn't even think of
joining forces. Instead, they fought each other over the
Clarion. And while they fought, the city elders sneaked up
behind them and captured the bird - and its magic - for
themselves!"
"Oh, how could those orphans be so foolish and stupid!"
cried Quinby.
"It's a terrible shame!" declared Vigre, agreeing with the
kender. "The three orphans should have known better." The
dwarf saw Barsh wiping tears from his eyes. He gently
patted the leader of the gnomes on the shoulder.
The gnomes looked up to Barsh, not because he was the
tallest of them, but because he was the greatest, most
inspired of their inventors. Vigre, on the other hand,
thought of Barsh as a hopelessly confused creator of
useless, impossible machines. But at that moment, Vigre
and Barsh were of the same mind.
Barsh turned to look up at his new friend, Vigre, and
sobbed, "They should have designed a way to work
together. Then they could have taken all the power and
riches away from those cruel city elders!"
The dragonarmy officer who stood next to me hissed in
my ear, "You're a clever one, Kenro, but I'm not deceived. I
know what you're up to
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