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Jarek scratched his head. "Why didn't the town set up a
bunch of fake soldiers to fight back?" he asked.
Darll looked at Graym, at Jarek, and at the Wolf
brothers, who, seeing the fight was over, had returned. Darll
grinned.
"They did set up fake soldiers. Sort of."
Graym cleared his throat. "Well, we'd best get on the
road." He handed the Axe of Just Kidding back to Rhael.
"Business calls, Miss. Glad we could help, and all."
She brushed his cheek with her finger. "You knew," she
said wonderingly. "Even before you attacked, you knew
Skorm was a fraud."
Graym looked uncomfortable. "Well, I had an idea.
Couldn't be sure, of course."
Darll rolled his eyes.
Graym, feeling awkward, said simply, "Nice meeting
you, Miss." He turned and walked through the graves and
the shattered mock soldiers.
They collected the cart and the single surviving barrel.
Graym tried, briefly, to find the barrel taps and the rest of
their belongings, then said, "Give it up." They dragged the
cart through the scattered armor, framework, and bones of
the open graves.
The cart rolled freely. Jarek looked at the single barrel
in it and said happily, "The price of ale must be way up
now."
"Best thing that could happen, really," Graym said, but he
sounded troubled. He and the Wolf brothers drew the cart
alone. Darll and Jarek walked alongside as they moved up
the last hill before Krinneor. Darll was trying to learn the
second verse of "The Bald Maid and the Barber."
Fenris, beside Graym, said, "I hate to turn him in
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