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There was no kender in attendance, and by the time red
Lunitari reached his zenith and white Solinari left the
horizon behind, Sturm came to Tanis wondering.
The forest had thinned near sunset, the oaks and pines
were spare now, replaced by stony ground and boulders.
Night's dark cloak brought no relief from the day's heat, and
Tigo was not bearing the simmering night well at all. His
eyes were black pits, his lean, hard jaw jerked from time to
time under a tic of which he seemed unaware. His fingered
hand stroked the grapnel's hook as though he'd decided to
do murder with it.
Beyond a gulp of water, Keli and Tas were granted
nothing. The rope tethers were gone, the knee and ankle
thongs were back. Above the whine and drone of gnats, the
bright song of crickets, Keli heard the kender's low cursing.
Twisting so that he faced the fellow, Keli grudgingly
whispered, "Are you all right?"
"It's not," the kender grumbled, "so much that I'm
nearly starved to death and those two have eaten everything
but the bones of that rabbit. It's these thongs. It's not easy to
breathe when your hands, your knees, AND your feet are
tied!"
The kender was more actively suffering now, so
completely bound, than he had been all day
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