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." But when he saw her vacant stare fixed on the horizon, he
gave it up. He shouted to Woodrow, "OK, try it again. You don't have
to be too careful, I don't think there's much left inside." Out of the
corner of his eye he saw Gisella's face twitch.
Once again the wagon started down the cliff in jerks and fits.
Gisella no longer watched. Instead, she had positioned herself on an
exposed tree root and was reciting a disjointed monologue that had
more numbers than words in it. She was obviously trying to determine
how she would recoup her losses of the last minutes.
"Slow it down, slow it down," Tasslehoff warned as the wagon
neared the ground.
Woodrow was glad that the red-haired dwarf wasn't watching when
he was unable to appreciably slow the wagon's momentum in the last one
hundred feet. The gully dwarves clawed and tugged at the rope to
little avail. The human could feel it in the ropes when the wagon
landed with a heavy 'thump!' far below. He squinted up at Tas through
one eye.
"Boy, what a landing!" the kender breathed. "The wheels look a
little bowed out, but I think the wagon is OK."
Woodrow heaved a sigh and sagged against one of the horses.
Tasslehoff spotted Gisella. Climbing down from the tree, he
approached her cautiously. "Well, it's on the shore," he said
unceremoniously. "I guess I'll shinny down one of the ropes and unhook
the pulleys so we can lower the horses and you and everyone who's
going."
Gisella nodded her head and inhaled deeply
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