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he took the chains to the door and dumped them on the
other side, in the tunnel.
"I know what you're thinking," he said in a sing-song
voice. 'You're thinking, 'why does he need so many
chains to lock this door?' I'll tell you. I've left a lot of ken-
der in here in my time. Always when I went into the
grove I'd lock the door, come back not ten minutes later,
and they'd be gone, 'poof.' " He snapped his big-
knuckled fingers.
"Maybe they escaped another way," suggested Trap-
springer.
"There is no other way," the ogre said simply. "The fun-
niest thing is that the kender always lock the chains back
up again, and they don't even look like they've been
touched. So, I add more chains each time. Maybe I can
slow 'em down enough until I can get back."
He took the last of the chains from the cupboard and
slipped through the door. "I'll just be gone a few minutes,
and when I come back we'll have a fifth player for pick-
up sticks. Don't try to get away, now." With that, Vinsint
closed the door, and they could hear chains being strung
on the other side.
Phineas stood up and began to pace nervously. "Do
you suppose he'll let us go now that he'll have new peo-
ple to keep him company?"
Damaris shook her head and her blond hair flew in a
half-circle. "It didn't sound to me like he had any inten-
tion of letting us go. You go first," she offered Trap-
springer, pointing to the jumbled sticks on the table.
"Are you just going to sit there and wait for him to
come back?" squealed Phineas
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