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. "I won't be
able to keep him off you next time."
Tas choked, gasped for air, and coughed. Keli shrugged
himself closer to the kender and nudged him with his
shoulder.
"You all right?"
Tas muttered something into the dirt.
"What?"
"I want my dagger, my hoopak, a rock, anything!"
Keli braced his own shoulder against the kender's,
offering companionship, commiseration, comfort. "Maybe,"
he whispered, more for Tas's sake than because he believed,
"maybe your friends will find us soon."
Merciless summer sun glared from the hard blue sky,
baked the ground, radiated from the humped clusters of
rocks. Tanis wiped sweat from his eyes with the heel of his
hand and bent to retrieve the one thing Flint had missed: a
fog-colored wing feather from one of the gray swans of
Cristyne.
Because a cut through the forest from Long Ridge
would take a day off their journey to Karsa, the half-elf and
his friends had bidden the bride and her new husband
farewell the night before and struck south and east at first
light. Runne would have kept them longer, but Flint pleaded
business and promised her that he would see her again on
his way back north.
"I don't think," he told Tanis wryly, "that she's going to
miss me or anyone for a time
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