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. Moran felt a burst of pride in him.
Saliak, nearly halfway across, called softly, "Here,
kender. Little Kender Stew, come on, boy." He clucked his
tongue. "I've got something for you." He sidestepped away
from the target spot his own voice had defined.
Tarli smiled and stepped back into the courtyard. He
moved behind Saliak and matched him step for step.
Saliak called in a sweet voice: "Here, kender. Don't be
afraid, little fella. Do you want my surprise?"
Tarli licked one of his fingernails, then reached up and
pressed it against Saliak's neck.
"Depends. What is it?" Tarli asked conversationally.
Saliak froze at the feel of what he thought was the cold
point of a dagger.
Faron, hearing Tarli, shuffled toward him, dagger
thrust out.
Tarli stepped back from Saliak, who all but leapt away.
Faron made a quick thrust, low enough to pierce Tarli's
heart.
Tarli, his head cocked, caught the rustling of cloth. He
turned and smacked Faron's wrist with the dagger's hilt.
The other boy yelped, dropped his dagger, and Tarli
snatched it up.
Faron fell to his hands and knees, searching for his
weapon. Tarli stood beside him and called loudly, "Janeel!"
Janeel lurched toward him, fell over Faron, and lost his
dagger as well
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