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. "I thought you
already had, sir."
*****
By midmorning, they were back on the road and near the
first rank of western hills. Graym, pulling the cart along
with Darll, was almost glad they had lost so many barrels.
The wagon lurched to a stop at every rock in the road . . .
and there were many rocks.
At least the companions were feeling better. Skull-
Splitter's effect, though true to its name, wore off quickly.
Jarek was humming to himself, trying to remember the
Wolf brothers' song of the night before. Darll, after
swearing at him in strained tones for some time, was now
correcting him on the melody and humming along.
Fenris, perched on the cart, yelled, "Trouble ahead!"
Fanris gazed, quivered. "Are they dangerous?"
Darll grated his teeth. "Kender! I hate the nasty little
things. Kill 'em all. Keep 'em away. They'll rob you blind
and giggle the whole time."
Graym looked up from watching the rutted road. Before
he knew what was happening, he was surrounded by
kender: eager, energetic, and pawing through their
belongings. The kender had a sizable bundle of their own,
pulled on a travois, but the bundle changed shape
ominously.
"Ho! Ha!" Darll swung two-handed at them, trying to
make good on his threat to kill them all. They skipped and
ducked, ignoring the length of chain that whistled
murderously over their heads.
"Here now, little fellers," Graym said, holding his pack
above his head. "Stay down! Good morning!" He smiled at
them and skipped back and forth to keep his pack out of
reach, and he seemed like a giant kender himself
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