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. He even
remembered the sword, but he had no idea why he should
care about it.
After a while, he remembered that, too.
He finally got to his knees, but stayed there, his bruised
chest aching with every wheezing breath he drew. The blast
had been the elf's coal-dust fireball, the one he said he'd
worked on with the help of gnomes, who had provided the
coal for the enchantment. The goblin wondered if the
kender could have survived the blast, being so far up in the
sky. The elf had warned the kender about staying aloft too
long. The spell would fade and drop the little guy from the
clouds to his death. Maybe the kender wouldn't have to
worry about that possibility, if his curiosity had gotten the
best of him and he'd tried to watch the blast close up. The
goblin found himself hoping the kender was still around
somewhere. After all, he told himself, the kender did all the
work.
Then the goblin remembered the elf and the minotaur.
The elf would be looking for the sword right now, and he
had the minotaur's help as well as his spells.
That's all right, the goblin thought suddenly. I'm going
to kill that elf. I'm going to kill that elf and the minotaur,
too. I can do it; I've killed lots of men tonight
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