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But there was nothing.
Spinning around, Woodrow saw a burly man on a
horrid horse -- a nightmare -- locked in a vicious melee
with Tasslehoff. The man's sword was not long enough
to reach the kender atop Winnie, and Winnie could not
get close enough to the man's thrashing horse for Tassle-
hoff to strike effectively.
Leaving Gisella's body, Woodrow dashed toward the
fight, snatching up the dwarf's dagger on the way. As Tas
aimed another blow at Denzil, Winnie struck out with
his trunk, wrapping it around the man's heavy boot.
With a tug, he wrenched Denzil's foot from the stirrup,
throwing him off balance. Seeing his opening, Tas thrust
the pointed end of his hoopak, spearlike, straight for
Denzil's chest. The metal point struck just below his rib
cage, forcing the air from the man's lungs and toppling
him from his saddle. Armed with Gisella's dagger,
Woodrow stabbed toward the falling body and felt the
blade sink in. Denzil hit the ground with a thump. There
was blood on Woodrow's dagger.
Tasslehoff was ready to slide down from Winnie's
spine when Woodrow scrambled back up. "Let's go!" the
human barked. "We've got to get out of here before the
gnomes catch us again. They couldn't have missed all
this racket."
"Oh, oh, I can't be captured again. I just can't," Winnie
moaned, launching himself back down the trail.
But Tasslehoff shouted, "Wait, who was that guy? And
what about Gisella -- don't we have to wait for her?"
"Gisella's dead," spat Woodrow, fighting back angry
tears, "and so is the man who attacked us!"
Tasslehoff looked stricken
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