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. I like him just as much as you do. Maybe more."
Quinby sniffed. "That's ridiculous," he said. "I like
Spinner more than you, and he likes me best of everyone."
"Does not," said the dwarf.
"Does so," countered the kender.
"Does not," said the dwarf.
"Does so," insisted the kender.
This debate might have gone on all night had not Barsh,
the gnome, suddenly arrived in a rush.
"Spinner is to be hanged at dawn!" declared the gnome.
Quinby and Vigre stopped their argument and soberly
nodded their heads. "We know," said Vigre.
"It's terrible," exclaimed Barsh. "If the Highlord kills
him, there will be no more beautiful females who bring the
dead back to life with a kiss, no more exciting chases
through walls of fire, and no more great heroes who fight
and die for freedom. How dull everything will be if he is
killed."
Vigre Arch looked at these two creatures, the kender and
the gnome, both of whom he and his people had never
much liked. But just then he felt a kinship with them that
stirred his heart. They had a common bond in their love of
Spinner Kenro. And maybe that was enough to help them
unite the way those three orphans in Spinner's story should
have done. Vigre smiled to himself
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