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." The stag
relaxed. "But he wanted to. So he - "
"It doesn't make sense if we don't know why." The
kender clearly enjoyed interrupting.
"Nothing makes sense to you; let me go on. The stag
went to the king who was pledged to guard the wood - "
"Guard it against what?"
The dwarf reached for the kender. "I'll tie back those
foolish ears and make you listen - "
The half-elf stepped between them. "Let him be, Flint.
Tas, let Flint tell his story."
"That's better." The dwarf took a deep breath, as
much to calm himself as to launch the tale. "Why this stag
wanted to betray the Forestmaster, whatever a
Forestmaster is, I don't know. It's an old story, and parts of
it are all muddled by now. The point is, he did betray the
Forestmaster, back in the days when Darken Wood was
only Shadow Wood."
"That's not the point at all," the stag murmured,
knowing he could not be heard. "I've always thought the
why of it more important than the sorrows that followed.
Still, I am glad that the why is forgotten."
The dwarf went on: "There was a human king in the
woods in those days, as well as living soldiers who
guarded the woods. They were pledged to hold the borders
against invaders, or robbers, but especially against the
Dark Army
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