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. The captain
seemed to see it, too, but he kept from looking in that
direction after the first glance.
"Do you know any other tricks?" the captain asked,
almost conversationally.
"Sure!" said the kender, then looked instantly contrite.
"Not supposed to talk," he mumbled apologetically. "My
mistake. But here's my last trick anyway."
The soldier in the bedroll behind the kender lifted the
sword, then slowly rolled forward to get within striking
distance. The goblin tensed. He hadn't the faintest idea
what to do next.
The kender crouched and leaped into the air. Still
carrying the bag, he flew straight up into the darkness. The
soldier in the bedroll flung himself forward. His sword
whipped down, missing the kender completely.
"Camp awake!" roared the captain, forgetting the
dagger and pulling his long sword free instead. "To arms!
Get the rocks out of your asses and get up! To arms, the
gods damn you!"
The kender was gone now, lost against the starless black
of the night sky. The goblin backed farther into the
undergrowth until he was on the edge of the cliff. There
was nowhere to go. He kept the bulk of a tree between him
and the awakening camp, and silently cursed the kender for
nearly getting himself killed
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