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. Let's
try to catch up with whoever it is."
Gisella's horse loped easily through the tall grass.
Woodrow and Tas hurried their horse to catch up, with
the gully dwarves jogging along behind them.
Tas had an idea for attracting the attention of whoever
was on the road. Twisting around on his horse, he yelled
to the leader of the gully dwarves. "Sing! Fondu, sing!"
The kender broke into the song he'd taught them.
"Come all you young fellows who live by the sea,
Kiss a fair maiden and then follow me."
And then came their reply:
"Hotel this ale and your uncle's a whale,
Wheel run with the Winifred ball of four bale."
Tasslehoff could see that the banner had stopped mov-
ing ahead, and he could no longer spot Gisella. Moments
later, he and Woodrow broke through the grass and
came upon the road. Gisella had dismounted and struck
the same "come hither" pose she'd used in the inn: hands
on her hips, hair tossed back. She was surrounded by a
dozen male dwarves who were all stroking their beards
and fumbling with their hats.
The troop was on foot -- most dwarves distrusted
horses. They stood in two straight lines of six dwarves,
with a lone dwarf at their head. Wearing sparkling, pol-
ished chain mail and knee-high leather boots, each dwarf
had a war hammer at his waist and a coil of rope draped
over one shoulder. The leader of the troop wore an orna-
mental helm with a cluster of green rooster feathers in it.
Gisella threw Tas and Woodrow a coy look and batted
her eyelashes when they at last emerged
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