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. His back seemed per-
manently rounded and his leg muscles cramped pain-
fully. Denzil jerked him upright by the wrists.
"It's time to reveal the big secret, ken-dirt," Denzil
said nastily. "Put up or shut up, as they say."
I can't tell him something I don't know, Tas thought
grimly. If I did know, he'd kill me the minute I told
him. But if I only tell him a little bit at a time, he'll have
to keep me alive for the rest of the information. Once
we get into the grove, maybe I can get away. Once it
starts to take effect...
"Don't you mean 'put up and shut up'? " Tas re-
torted. "Oh, no. You're just going to have to follow my
lead." Tas took one step into the trees.
"I'm getting real tired of you, Burrfoot," Denzil
growled. He held fast to the kender's bonds, but strode
in next to him. "So what do we have to do?"
"Well, there's a whole series of things that must be
done in the proper order," Tas ad-libbed. "The first is
coming up just inside the grove's edge. We have to
crawl on our hands and knees to avoid springing a
trap."
Denzil looked skeptical. "I thought this grove was
magic, that it inspired craziness."
"It does!" Tas said. "But that doesn't mean there
aren't traps, too."
"You go first," Denzil said, slinging his crossbow
across his back. "I'm going to have a hand on your an-
kle the whole time."
So much for losing him in the grove, thought Tas.
Still, there was hope. The kender dropped to his knees
and began crawling awkwardly because of his bound
wrists, Denzil right on his heels as promised
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