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"Like 'Uncle Bertie's foot'?" she asked, pointing to words
toward the top of the page. "And what's this one?" Her eyes were left
of center. "Where I found the pretty stones'; 'shop with great candy';
'monsters with big teeth here'." She looked up at Tas. "These are
important landmarks ?"
Tas shrugged. "They were to Uncle Bertie."
"I don't know, Tasslefoot," Gisella said slowly, still looking
closely at the sheet. "I don't recognize the names of very many cities
on this map."
"All the major cities are here -- Xak Tsaroth, Thorbardin,
Neraka. You name it!" Tas said, stomping his foot in frustration at
her reluctance. "Your map must not have been as detailed as mine," he
sniffed, then had a thought. "Do you want to get to Kendermore before
your melons rot or not?"
Gisella frowned. "Of course I do."
"Then leave everything to me," the kender said grandly, rolling
up the parchment and slipping it back into his vest. "If there's one
thing I'm good at, it's getting to where I'm going." With that, he
climbed expectantly onto the buckboard. Gisella excused herself and
slipped for a moment into the back of the wagon, giving Woodrow
last-minute instructions to quickly finish feeding the horses.
Woodrow's straw-blond head bobbed absently ahead of the wagon,
where he stood feeding the two horses, one dirty-white, the other
dove-colored. He stroked their thick necks softly as they nibbled
their dinners. The young man didn't know much about kender, but the
one thing he had learned from the few he'd met was that it was a rare
kender who knew where he was going in the first place
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