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. This isn't a decision I
can rightly make for both of us." Flint shook his head. A
smile warred with a scowl. The scowl won, but only barely.
"And we don't get much done these days chasing that pesty
kender from one end of the land to the other, do we? No,
home sounds better and better to me."
As hard as the dwarf was to read, that was how easy it
was to divine Tanis's thought: plainly he doubted that
Solace would keep Tas or any of his friends long for all that
it seemed to be home. But aloud he only said, "All right,
then, Flint. Home it is, for Keli and for us."
Solace won't keep them long, Keli thought. Hawks
may grace your wrist for a time, his father had once told
him, but they do not domesticate well at all.
Now, Flint leaned forward and gently roughed the
sleepy boy's chin. "Home, aye, lad?"
Keli smiled in the night's shadow. "Oh, aye, home."
By the Measure
Richard A. Knaak
His head was pounding, and his mouth was dry. He
had neither eaten nor slept for two days - not since burning
Standel after a day of mourning. Standel, his one
companion. The only other knight to accompany him on his
flight from an Order that had decayed
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