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"That seems to be their overall plan, all right," said the
human. "Us included." He began pacing, his hands
clasped behind his back.
"I know! Let's jump them when they come back with
our dinner, and clunk their heads together!" Tas sug-
gested.
Winnie perked up at that, and his eyes opened wide in
fear. "Oh, I couldn't let you do that to Bozdil and Ligg.
They're all the family I have!"
Tas's lips pursed in irritation. "Well, they're ready to
pack you full of cotton!"
Winnie's large head shook slowly from side to side.
"That's just the problem. They haven't been able to bring
themselves to do it! I can't get out; they can't kill me. But
they still need a woolly mammoth specimen! They ha-
ven't spent much time with me lately, so I think the end is
near. Oh, it's all so hopeless!" Winnie pressed his trunk
to the ground and wailed and wailed, until every cloth
Tasslehoff had was soaked with mammoth tears.
This has to be much worse than getting married, Tas
thought unhappily. "We'll do something, Winnie, don't
worry."
The kender only wished he knew what that something
might be.
Cpapter 16
"You don't actually expect me to believe this is
real silk," Gisella scoffed, casually tossing a robin's-
egg-blue bolt of cloth to the side, boredom on her
rouged face.
"But of course it's silk," the hairy old dwarf said. He
hefted the bolt and lovingly held a corner of cloth in
his hand. "Look at how few imperfections are present,"
he said, flicking a small, thick, raised nub in the fab-
ric
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