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. "Don't shoot! I've got kin who'll pay my ransom!"
"Then come out!" the kender's voice called. (It figured,
thought the goblin.) "Leave your sword!"
"I've got a big ransom!" the woman yelled again. The
goblin could see the white in her face, as pale as a drowned
man's skin. She looked as if she would be blubbering any
time now. The blond man was not so much screaming now
as making short, gasping cries, trying to pull out the arrow
buried deep in his lower back.
"Just come out slowly," said the kender. "Very, very
slowly."
The woman tossed out her useless sword, then got to
her feet. Her legs shook as she placed her hands on her
head. "Don't shoot me!" she yelled again, looking around
with huge eyes and a trembling lower lip.
"I'm over here," said the kender. He stood up, his bow
lowered but his arrow nocked.
The woman saw him and stared, surprised at his size
and obviously reconsidering her chances of survival. The
goblin could see it on her face. If I can get close enough to
that little bastard, he knew she was thinking, I can make
hash of him. It's my only chance.
"My kin can pay a big ransom for me," she said, her
voice gaining strength. "Lots of gold, I swear it
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