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The boys had smuggled in cakes and ale - Moran had
known - but they didn't feel like eating or drinking. It was
no longer fun breaking the rules.
Unfortunately, none of them felt that way yet about
bullying their three victims.
Janeel, with false heartiness, said, "Gully Gut can
celebrate for us."
Dein and Faron had bound Maglion's arms to his bed.
By now he offered only a little resistance, mechanically
pushing the others away. Only his eyes showed anger and
pain.
Steyan, his legs doubled up behind him and his body
stuffed into an open trunk, watched as best he could. His
head and neck were bent forward to fit in the trunk, which
was labeled, "Gnome's Shortening Device."
Tarli was chained, muzzled, and gagged. Set in front of
him were a gnawed bone and a sign:
beware! kender bites!
Tarli watched the others with patient indifference.
"Mustn't leave you thirsty." Janeel poured a full flagon of
ale down Maglion's throat, some of it foaming into the fat
boy's nostrils. He choked and sputtered.
"And now" - Janeel waved a cake in front of Maglion
like a conjurer - "a nut cake! Made with real honey. Don't
you want it? Or should I feed it to Kender Stew?" He held
it to Tarli's nose
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