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"The charge," she said with surprising gentleness, "is
treason." Still smiling, she continued. "We need the kender,
dwarves, and gnomes working day and night if we are to
conquer Krynn. But now they shirk their jobs to come and
hear you prattle on about nonsense. Your silly stories have
turned them into hapless dreamers who stare into space and
ignore their work."
"Please," I began, answering her smile with one of my
own. "You must understand that telling stories is no crime.
The imagination is part of the soul. Without it, my
audience might as well be animals."
At that, the Highlord laughed. "Animals. Exactly. That's
what those races are. And that's what they shall remain.
Work animals. Now, how do you plead?"
I didn't know what to say. It is true I hated the tyranny
of the dragonarmy, but I had never regarded my story
telling as treason. "Not guilty," I said.
"In the interest of justice," announced the Highlord as
she rose to a standing position, "I have always given the
people of this court a chance to defend themselves." The
smile reappeared. "But I am the final judge of truth and
falsehood. And you, Spinner Kenro, are guilty as charged."
I began to rise from my knees to protest, but two
soldiers clamped their hands on my shoulders and held me
down
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