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Heroics were not Gisella's stock in trade. In her trav-
els, she'd had to defend herself more than once. But
drunken guildsmen and starving goblins were a far cry
from a trained killer. Wistfully, Gisella eyed her dagger,
lying on the ground. There was nothing she could do.
Tasslehoff was laughing.
"Did you see the look on that mountain lion's face
when Winnie smashed the wall? It was one of the funni-
est things I've ever seen. He looked like he'd bitten into
an overripe skunkberry."
"I wasn't scared!" wheezed Winnie. "I was sure I'd be
scared, but I wasn't. I just put my head down and,
smash!"
Woodrow was twisted halfway around on Winnie's
back, peering back up toward the castle. "I don't see any-
body following us. Why do you suppose they aren't fol-
lowing us? They have a dragon, after all."
"Maybe they're invisible," suggested Tas, twisting
around to see for himself. "I don't see anything either.
That's usually a good sign that something is invisible,
when you can't see it. What do you think, Winnie?
Could they make themselves and their dragon invisible?"
Winnie considered that for a few seconds. He really
didn't know much about invisibility. "Well, I never saw
them while they were invisible. Does that mean any-
thing?"
"It's not definitive," said Tas. "Although, if you'd seen
them invisible, then at least we'd know for sure."
Winnie had been loping along at a good rate since
leaving the tower. Abruptly, however, he slowed.
"There's something ahead of us. I can smell it
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