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He could either look at the ground or the kender
scouting ahead, and he chose the kender coursing the forest
as though leading them through streets of a town he knew
well. Bright blue leggings flashing in and out of the
underbrush, topknot bouncing, the kender reminded Keli of
a blue jay.
Chatters like one, too, Keli thought. The boy didn't
mind the kender's chatter very much. Running like the song
of the river they'd left behind, it took his mind off what
must await him at the journey's end.
That would be death. The kender talked long and often,
but he was not the only one who did. In fits and snatches
Keli had picked up bits of his captors' guarded conversation.
Staag was pressing for opening ransom negotiations.
Tigo had other plans.
"Aye," Tigo snarled once, "we'll send a ransom demand.
But it's not only ransom that one will be paying out for his
son. He owes me, Ergon does. He'll pay the coin, but all
he'll find is a body."
Sweat traced paths in the dust on Keli's face, ran
stinging into his eyes. After a moment the kender dropped
back, jostled him lightly, and stumbled to cover the move.
"Don't worry," he whispered. "This is just like a game
of Hide and Go Seek, only I'm sure my friends will find us
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