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. "Was it something I said? Whatever it
was, I didn't mean it. I haven't meant anything I've said
for years. Except what I just said. I think." Trapspringer
was terribly confused.
The kender's heart was near to breaking. He wiped the
tears away angrily. Phineas is all alone in the grove, and
it's my fault! he thought. Huge, hiccupping sobs racked
his small frame. He crashed through the tangled growth
of the forest after the human, blinded by his tears.
Branches slapped him, thorns tore at his clothing, his
hoopak thumped behind him, banging against his right
heel. Then, "Whooooffff!" All the air exploded out of the
kender's lungs as he slammed into another living, run-
ning creature.
Trapspringer was thrown backward by the force of the
blow. He landed on a small bush, its stiff branches stab-
bing his back. His eyes were closed as he struggled for a
few ragged gulps of air. But whoever had hit him jumped
on top of him now, swinging and clawing at him like a ti-
ger.
"Phineas?" he gasped, fending off the blows.
Whoever it was pressed him flat to the ground and
slammed its mouth down on his and stayed there, the
kiss becoming more and more insistent. Trapspringer
hoped his assailant wasn't Phineas. The kender cracked
one eye open hesitantly, gripped by the unfamiliar sensa-
tion of fear.
Damaris Metwinger!
Trapspringer's wrinkled old face spread into a de-
lighted grin. He hadn't remembered her being so pretty,
hadn't remembered her much at all. Her waist-long hair
had the color and scent of meadow buttercups
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