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. Three weeks flew by. The
winter rains were now six weeks away.
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The minotaur had fallen into a stagnant pool of cold
water and red leaves, where it lay unconscious. Its breath
rasped slowly and heavily as the leaves endlessly rustled
around it and flies feasted on the open, filthy wounds
across its back and shoulders. The twenty-foot length of
mud-choked iron chain, linked to the manacles on its
wrists, had gotten snagged on a log, which the weakened
minotaur had been unable to pull loose before collapsing.
The goblin caught the kender by the arm as the latter
approached the huge brown figure. "Damn, you crazy!" he
growled. "What you do, eh? One bite, we all bones." He
hefted the boar spear in a muscular red fist. "I finish it and
sleep good."
"No!" The kender grabbed the goblin's arm and pulled
it down. For a second the goblin started to resist, almost
turning the spear to run it into the kender's chest, but
holding off. Instead, he simply shoved at the kender with
his free hand and sent him sprawling.
The kender immediately got to his feet, face filled with
rage. "No!" he shouted. "I want to help him! If it was you,
I'd help you! Look at his chains! He was a human's slave! I
want to save him!"
"We have no food to feed him in winter!" the goblin
retorted
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