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." He lifted his pack with one easy swing and settled
it on his back. "I'm not waiting around for him to remember
where he's supposed to be. Caramon's right, he'll catch us
up on the road. And if he doesn't - then he doesn't."
No one was disposed to argue. The road before them
would be a long and hot one. Tas had too often romped
ahead, lagged behind, or struck out on some kender-quest of
his own for anyone to be concerned about him now.
Tanis hefted his own pack and fell in beside Flint. The
kender could be as troublesome as a heel-snapping pup, but
he was well able to take care of himself. This
disappearance, like so many others, would be explained
away with some fantastic tale of adventure or discovery.
Tas had been looking forward to the celebration at Long
Ridge. Likely he would join them there.
Tanis was not concerned.
Keli wasn't walking well. Tethered to Tigo, as the
kender was to Staag, he stumbled, fell, and this time did not
try to get up. He was too tired, too hot and frightened, and
too certain that wherever the kender was leading them
would be the place where Tigo would kill them both.
It was the kender, loping back from where he'd been
ranging for trail marks and paths, who helped him
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