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. He didn't. Likely, Keli realized, his friends knew
him well enough not to argue the point. And well enough to
know that Sturm's exertions in the lake would put him
quickly to sleep.
Tanis - his red hair the color of copper in the firelight, his
long elven eyes sometimes the gray-green of leaves turned
to an approaching storm, more often emerald bright -
divided his time between smoothing Flint's grumbling and
listening to the endless stream of Tas's chatter. This he did
with the air of one who knows that a storm will not end
until all the thunder has rolled and all the rain has fallen.
These, then, were Tas's friends of whom he'd been so
certain. Of all of them only Tanis and Flint remained awake
to hear the tale of capture and escape told in odd tandem by
Keli and Tas. Though neither, Keli thought indignantly,
seemed to want to credit Tas with the heroics Keli stoutly
attributed to him. His back propped against a rock, his feet
as close to the fire as he dared put them, Keli now looked
first at Flint, then at Tanis.
"If it hadn't been for Tas, Tigo would have killed me.
He's a real hero."
"Hero!" Flint laughed. "That one? Aye, lad, and I'm
Reorx's forgemaster!"
"He IS," Keli declared stoutly
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