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. The few gully dwarves re-
maining on board were thrown in as well when the
ship rolled belly-up. Moments later, it slipped beneath
the churning surface, leaving only loose planking,
knotted ropes, and a twisted, tattered sail behind.
Kender, human, and gully dwarves clung to the
floating debris in the chilly water. The rain and wind
continued for a short time, then suddenly died away.
Before long, a dim sun poked through the gray clouds.
They bobbed on the debris in silence for several
minutes. Neither Tas nor Woodrow wanted to speak,
each thinking of Gisella. Fondu finally broke the si-
lence.
"Where pretty-hair lady?" he asked. He looked first
at Tas, then at Woodrow. "Fondu no see her."
Woodrow blinked furiously and would not meet
Tas's gaze. "She's gone, Fondu," Tas said hesitantly.
"She was in her wagon when it went over the side."
"When she coming back?" Fondu asked.
"I'm afraid she isn't," explained the kender.
Fondu stared at Tas uncomprehendingly for a sec-
ond, then opened his mouth wider than any mouth Tas
had ever seen and started bawling at the top of his
lungs. "Laaaadyyy!" he screamed, with his nose run-
ning almost as much as his tears.
"Fondu, quiet!" Tas ordered. Between Fondu's
wails, Tas was sure he had heard a voice. It sounded
like someone yelling...
"Yoo hoo."
Tas looked over his shoulder. There, a couple hun-
dred yards away, apparently sitting on top of the wa-
ter, was Gisella, waving a soggy kerchief in his
direction, A ragged cheer rose from the bobbing mob
and in short order they were paddling toward her
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