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. Perhaps he'd made a mistake men-
tioning the name of the kender who'd jilted her.
"Well, sort of," he equivocated. "But we're not close,
really. If you want to know the truth, I don't like him
much, never have! Why, I'd spit on him if he were here
now!" To show his sincerity, the graying kender spat on
the ground in disgust. His hands sought Damaris again.
But his words came too late. Damaris was already well
on her way to boiling over. She thrust his hands away.
"Spitting wouldn't be enough for the likes of him.
Why, if he were here, the first thing I'd do is stake him
out on the ground. Then I'd pluck out his eyelashes and
nails, and then I'd slice off his fingers one at a time so he'd
never be able to pick a lock again!" Her voice was rising
hysterically. Trapspringer scuttled backward like a crab.
"Hmmm, yes, well that should show him you're up-
set," Trapspringer said weakly, not wanting to excite her
further. He wanted only to resume their previous activ-
ity.
Damaris was on her haunches, rubbing her hands in
glee, her eyes glowing with hatred. She smiled at him
maniacally. "That's just the beginning!" She quickly went
on to outline the order in which she would remove Tas-
slehoff's major organs. "Then I'd stuff his nose and
mouth with cloth and watch him blow up!"
"Be sure to leave his lungs in for the finale," Trap-
springer pointed out helpfully. He jerked his head to the
side once more. "There it is again!"
At that moment a huge, loping form crashed through
the brush
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