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. He began to think that bringing the minotaur to
the cave had been his own idea. He had a boss again, a
strong boss who could eat humans for breakfast if it chose.
It was worth the trouble for the added power and safety -
just as long as the minotaur didn't go hungry.
The wind grew colder. The kender raided some of his
old caches, laid more traps, and brought more food and
supplies to the cave. The goblin was able to build a
windbreak of huge branches and rocks at the cave's
entrance, and this doubled as camouflage for the cave in
case humans were about. The minotaur ate a whole deer
now every three or four days, and its muscles bulged until
they were like huge knots of steel under its ugly brown
hide. It still never spoke, though the kender talked
incessantly now, a beatific look on his face as he gladly
tended his new friends.
The kender still borrowed the goblin's things, but the
goblin no longer cared. He had too much else to worry
about. The winter rains were almost upon them.
*****
The goblin watched his quarry - a large buck worth half a
week of food for them all - leap out of bow range and
bound away. The cry had startled it. Cursing softly to
himself, the goblin leaned forward in the bushes and
strained to hear against the stirring leaves
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