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. Would he look happy
in this jar? he wondered.
"Ah, hah!" Bozdil exclaimed, clapping his hands in de-
light. "I thought you'd select blue. It looks so nice with
your leggings. By the way, is this pretty typical dress for
a kender?" he asked bluntly, plucking at Tasslehoff's
clothing.
"Sure. I guess," the kender said haltingly, caught off
guard by the question. But looking at the rich blue shade
made him happy again. "You think blue is my color?"
"Oh, definitely!" Bozdil declared vehemently. He
locked his fingers together to form a step and nodded to-
ward Tasslehoff. "Here, let me help you up."
Enraptured, Tas eagerly placed his foot in the gnome's
clasped hands. He reached for the top of the jar and nim-
bly swung himself up to sit on its wide lip. Then, with his
arms at his sides, he straightened his body and slipped to
the bottom with a sharp "tink."
The kender's breathing echoed in the jar. Tas shuffled
his feet softly, and it sounded as if his feet were right next
to his ears. He pressed his hands and nose to the blue
glass and yelled, "What do you think?" Reverberations
rang in his ears, so he muffled the sound with his fingers.
"Perfect!" Bozdil clapped his hands again happily.
'You don't even need a size adjustment. Absolutely per-
fect!"
"Huh?" Tas squinted through the glass. He could see
the gnome's lips moving but all he could hear was a faint
murmuring. Eternity might be a little indistinct and diffi-
cult to understand from inside this jar, Tas decided. But
this thought was interrupted when Tas felt the jar shud-
der, as if the ground, or at least the building, were shak-
ing
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