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. "I - I don't know."
Tigo's shadow, thin as a black knife, cut between them.
Keli fell silent, hoping the kender would do the same. For
once Tas did.
Tigo's eyes gleamed like dark, hateful stars. "Don't you
KNOW, boy?"
Keli chewed his lip and shook his head.
"You don't know the tale of the brave knight Ergon who
went boldly against a barely armed pickpocket with his
sword?"
Keli flared. "My father would NEVER fight an
opponent who was not equally matched!"
"Wouldn't he?" Slowly Tigo raised his hook-hand. For a
moment he seemed lost in the play of Lunitari's blood-red
light along the steel. His eyes dimmed as though all their
gleam had gone into the grapnel. When he spoke again, his
voice was flat. If dead men could speak, Keli thought, his
was the voice they would use.
"This hook is a thing I must thank the courageous
knight Ergon for. My hand he claimed in payment for an
old man's purse."
"You lie," Keli spat.
"Careful, boy. This hand is not flesh and it cuts deep."
"Aye, and you'll kill me anyway. You've said as much.
I'd sooner die for the truth than a lie."
Tigo's eyes burned, his jaw twitched. "It is no lie!"
The night's heat was cool when compared with Keli's
outrage
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