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. "It'sanhonortobeanexhibit. It'slikeimmortality!"
"You haven't pickled him already, have you?" Wood-
row asked anxiously.
"Yes, you're too late," Ligg said quickly.
Woodrow gasped, swallowing a lump in his throat.
"Now give this foolishness up, and we'll deal light!y
with you," the bigger gnome continued, pushing up his
spectacles.
Winnie shook his head furiously, forcing Woodrow to
tighten his grip. "I won't make any deals," the mammoth
said firmly.
"Look at all the damage you've caused," implored Boz-
dil. "At least help us repair this and clean up the mess."
"We may be too late for Tasslehoff," Winnie sobbed,
forcing his voice to be firm, "but Woodrow and I are
coming through anyway. I've decided I don't want to be
pickled for posterity. Don't make me hurt you, Ligg, or
you either, Bozdil. You've treated me pretty well these
fifteen years, but I've decided I want to leave, and I'm
taking my new friend with me. I'll do what I have to do
to get free."
Winnie advanced rapidly toward the two brothers,
who were now side-by-side in the hall. Just then Tas em-
erged in the hallway from the jar-fitting room. He could
immediately see how angry the mammoth was. Fearing
for the two gnomes, who stood resolutely in the path of
the charging behemoth, but anxious to get away with his
friends, Tas made a quick decision. Dashing into the hall
behind the brothers Ligg and Bozdil, the kender used his
favorite trick: he knocked their heads together, which
clunked like two coconuts. The startled gnomes slumped
into Tas's arms, and he dragged them to the wall, out of
Winnie's way
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