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. Keli
pulled away from his hand and staggered to his feet. "Do
you really think they're not going to kill you,too?"
The kender only grinned and shook his head. "They
won't. And they won't kill you either."
Staag hauled hard on the kender's line. "Move away,
little vermin."
The kender went where he was pulled, but before he
resumed his scouting he looked once over his shoulder and
again winked. Trust me, the wink seemed to say.
Keli was in the way of trusting no one, and he certainly
wasn't going to trust a kender who would bargain with
killers. The boy hunched his shoulders against the heat and
his fear and trudged on. He ached for home, he who had
been so proud to leave it as his father's courier only a week
ago.
Ergon, his father, had been almost casual about
charging his son with the message to his old friend Carthas.
"Give him the scroll, son, but remember to give him
first my regards and personally tender my regrets that I will
not be able to accompany him this year on his horse-buying
expedition. I must honor my promise to your mother's
sister. Your uncle was a long time ill before he died.
Though he tended his business as best he could, your aunt
will need my help to untangle the mare's nest he left her
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