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. "You have my
permission. Use my name if you wish."
Tarli smiled. "Thank you, but I think I'll keep using my
own name, plus my formal name, now that I'm an adult."
Moran, amused by this sudden eighteen-year-old adult,
said, "And what name is that?"
Tarli answered easily and calmly, "Tarli Half-Kender."
Moran's jaw sagged slowly, like something settling into
a swamp. "Half ... kender?" he repeated faintly.
"That's right." Tarli flipped the broken lance end-for-
end.
Moran remembered Loraine's words. No MATTER
WHO THE CHILD IS, OR WHAT IT'S LIKE? And her
laughter. I LOVE STRANGE PLACES AND STRANGE
MEN. Even her constant patting of her hair, over her ears.
"Half-Kender?"
"I suppose I could use 'Flamehair.' It's a respected name
among her people, you know. I didn't want to use it at first,
since it would look like social climbing."
Moran's room reeled around him. "Half-Kender?" How
could he have been so stupid? Or was it that he just
wouldn't admit it to himself?
"That's right." Tarli stared off into space and said
reflectively, "But my mother left her people and came here.
Kender all love wandering. That's why she left here, too,
partly."
Tarli walked around the room with his duffel, looking
absently at things
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