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. Kneeling, he carefully un-
wrapped the larger one and proudly held up two roasted
rabbits. Stripping the cooked meat from the bones, he
dumped it into a crusted, black iron pot, added some
whole carrots and potatoes from the other package,
sloshed in some water from a skin, and set it to boil over
Phineas's fire.
For once, Trapspringer didn't launch into a story. In-
stead, they ate the stew in silence and fell asleep before
the fire.
Phineas tossed and turned anxiously all night in his
sleep, great fuzzy things flapping at him in his dreams.
Chapter 13
Tasslehoff awoke in Baron Knakold's home to
the musical strains of a tuba floating in his window from
somewhere below. Oktoberfest! Leaping up from the
feather bed -- which was a little too soft for his taste -- the
kender ran a hand over his blue leggings, checking to see
if they had dried from their washing the night before.
The few damp spots left would dry quickly next to his
skin, Tas decided, and slipped them on with a satisfied
sigh. He never felt quite comfortable without them. A
night's airing had done the rest of his clothes a world of
good, and he donned them with glee. Finally the kender
strapped on his belt-pack, picked up his hoopak, and
strode to the door.
The hallway was silent and empty as he stole down the
stairs. He listened for sounds of life and heard pans rat-
tling somewhere at the rear of the house. None of his
friends seemed to be awake yet, nor did he see any sign of
the baron or his dour wife.
"I'll just go see what's happening with the festival," he
said softly as he let himself out the front door
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