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The baroness pursed her lips and rang a little bell to
signal a servant. "We'll need another ten tarts for our
guest," she told the starched butler. "Speaking of straw-
berries," she turned to Gisella, "do you color your hair
that unlikely shade to hide the gray, or simply to attract
attention?" .
Feeling restless, Tasslehoff tried several times to
change the direction of the conversation. He couldn't
quite understand the two women. They smiled at each
other and were polite, but somehow he didn't think they
liked each other much. When finally the baron suggested
that everyone retire for the evening, they discovered Tas-
slehoff already asleep before the fire.
Chapter 12
"Ouch!" swore Phineas. "There is absolutely no
comfortable way to sit on this damned, dinky animal."
Phineas stood in the stirrups, raising himself to his full
height, which was at least two and a half feet taller than
the hairy kender pony he was riding. He rubbed his
backside.
Trapspringer chuckled aloud. "Still convinced it's
chewing on you?" he asked. "I'll be happy to trade."
Phineas gave him an acid glance. Trapspringer
laughed again.
"It might help if you could stop laughing about it!"
shouted Phineas. "By the time we reach this place, as-
suming we ever do, I'll be crippled."
"I can't help laughing, Phineas. It's funny. You should
see yourself. Why, you're twice as tall as that pony, who
probably is not enjoying this ride any more than you are.
Besides, I thought you said you'd ridden horses before
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