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."
"Sure, I've ridden lots of horses before, but this beast is
a first cousin to a night hag. And whoever made this sad-
dle didn't pound the nails all the way in."
Trapspringer whooped and rocked in his saddle at
that. "Nails! Oh, that's funny! I should have met you
years ago. I never would have settled down if I'd had a
traveling companion with such a rich sense of humor."
Phineas gingerly lowered himself back into the saddle
with a wince. With his feet in the stirrups, his knees rose
almost to the level of his elbows. With his feet out of the
stirrups, his toes dragged on the ground. At least with
my feet in the stirrups, he thought, I can massage my
calves more easily. "How much farther do we have to
go?" he whined.
"Not far," replied Trapspringer. "Maybe another hour.
We'll be there by dark."
"Fine. You just lead the way and keep your laughter to
yourself," grunted Phineas through gritted teeth.
"The time will pass better with a story," Trapspringer
announced. "I'll tell you about my expedition to Hylo
and you'll feel better. It was back in 317... or was it
3077 It was the year that mosquitoes infested Darken
Wood so bad that you could hardly inhale without suck-
ing a couple dozen up your nostrils. We had to wear
gauze sacks over our heads just to travel along the fringe
of the woods. Of course, the only place to get really good
gauze was from the elves and they lived in the woods.
Since none of us could speak their language, we had to
hire a translator before setting out
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