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over hand, he crawled across the slick stone bridge,
swearing futile boy's oaths under his breath. Fun!
"That's it!" Tas called. "I told you it would be fun!"
Tigo, across the span, laughed. His laughter was
ghostly, only faintly heard above the roar of the water. Keli
ignored him, concentrated on Tas and the bridge.
"Come on, Keli, a little more! You've almost got it!
Ever do anything as much fun as this?"
Keli groaned and shook his head. He regretted that at
once. The bridge seemed to sway and rock under him. "No,"
he panted, staring at his white knuckles. "Nothing like this!"
Hand to hand, knee to knee, Keli crept, trying not to
give in to black-winged vertigo, wishing it weren't so hard
to breathe.
After what seemed a lifetime of crawling, Keli's fingers
touched the kender's, cold and slick. Tas leaned a little
forward to grasp a wrist, then an arm. "Up now, on your
feet. I've got you."
Keli gained his feet, wobbled a little, and then
straightened.
"That's right. Now just edge over here. We can both fit
on this ledge. Probably."
Probably! "Crazy as a kender" was an expression Keli had
heard from time to time. He used to think he knew what it
meant
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