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"You're trying to stall me," Denzil said in a dis-
tracted, low voice, his fingers nocking the crossbow
bolt.
Tas kicked and flailed, trying to keep moving. "That
may be true, but it's also true that you have to know
the secret of the grove to get through! Ask anyone!
Every Tower of High Sorcery is surrounded by a magi-
cal grove."
Denzil let the crossbow slip from his shoulder as he
considered the kender's words. "What can a bunch of
trees do?" he snarled at last, raising the bow again.
"Plenty!" Tas said hoarsely. "This particular grove
tends to make people go crazy! I'm sure you've heard
how, uh, resourceful kender are when it comes to get-
ting into difficult places. Well, even most kender ha-
ven't been able to get through this grove. Only those
who know its terrible secrets have ever made it into the
tower!"
Denzil lowered the bow again and squinted at Tas-
slehoff. "And I suppose you're one of those kender?"
"I might be," Tas said coyly. "Remember, I saw the
map."
Denzil thought about that for a moment. "If you
know the secret -- if there is one -- tell me now."
Tasslehoff looked offended. "How stupid do you
think I am? I'd tell you the secret, and you'd kill met I'd
rather die without having told you, thank you!"
Denzil wiped his face wearily; he couldn't take the
chance that the kender was telling the truth. Snatching
at Tas's bound wrists, he jerked him to his feet. "I'm
going to kill you no matter what, you know. This way
you'll get a nice, comfortable ride on my nightmare
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