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"I'm glad Fondu isn't here to see this," said Woodrow.
"He's better off rampaging through Rosloviggen." Wip-
ing away a tear, the human straightened Gisella's auburn
tresses and brushed the dust from her pale cheeks be-
cause it would have mattered to her.
Tasslehoff's hoopak served as a simple marker for the
grave.
"We're going on to Kendermore -- for Gisella."
Part 3
Chapter 19
Trapspringer reached for Damaris, but he
couldn't find her in the swirling green and purple mist.
He felt as if his lungs were being pushed out the front of
his chest. Butterflies seemed to be swarming inside his
stomach, fluttering their wings all at once and tickling
him unmercifully. He giggled, but he heard no sound.
He could see nothing but roiling, white mist streaked
with amethyst and emerald, as his limbs flailed help-
lessly. Wherever he was, he was not touching ground,
yet he did not feel as if he were quite floating, either.
Suddenly Trapspringer became aware that the hair
on his body was growing, and his fingernails were
stretching. He felt weightless and unattached, but at the
same time an enormous pressure bore down on him.
Then, as if a great harness had been unbuckled and the
doors flung open, the pressure and the mist disappeared
and Trapspringer lay sprawled on top of Damaris
Metwinger. She pushed him away frantically, and to-
gether they stood and looked around, unconsciously
holding hands.
Both kender dropped their jaws in amazement, and
Trapspringer shook his head. We've plummeted into a
child's shadowbox diorama, the elder kender thought
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