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. "Lig and Bozdil al-
ways told me that I was the last one like me." A giant tear
rolled down the mammoth's big, rubbery cheek. The city
frightened him, and being reminded that he was all alone
in the world made him even more despondent.
"That's terrible," Woodrow said, genuinely sympa-
thetic. He gave the mammoth's neck an affectionate pat.
The big fellow had saved their lives twice already, and
the young human hated to see him cry.
"Maybe some food will cheer us up," Tas suggested.
They pooled their resources, which amounted to two
copper pieces from Woodrow and an emerald ring, a
small cut of amber, and some pointy teeth from Tassle-
hoff.
"That looks just like the baroness's ring, from back in
Rosloviggen!" Woodrow exclaimed.
Tas looked surprised, then colored slightly. "Why, I
think you're right. I wonder how it got in my pocket? It
must have fallen in somehow, perhaps when she passed
me a roll at dinner. Anyway, we may as well pawn it," he
said, without breaking stride.
"We can't do that!" Woodrow's shaggy blond mane
shook furiously. "It's not ours! That would be stealing."
"No it wouldn't," disagreed Tas. "Stealing is when you
take something, not when you pawn it." Winnie agreed
with the cockeyed logic.
Woodrow's face was dark. "You're both right, the
pawning comes after the stealing."
"Exactly! Since I didn't steal it --"
"-- it just fell into your pocket --"
"That's right. We'd just be borrowing it. We can buy it
back when we have more money, and then return it to
the baroness
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