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. Tassle-
hoff's knees got sore and he stopped. The kender could
feel the grove's magic encouraging him to suggest
crazy things.
"Now, we have to walk backward," Tas announced.
He assumed that the human would still insist on
watching him, which meant Denzil would have to go
first and he'd probably trip.
"If you're playing me for a fool, Burrfoot..." Den-
zil growled. The grove was making him even more sus-
picious than usual.
Tas managed an unconcerned shrug. "Go ahead.
Don't listen to me, the one person who's seen the map
of this grove, and see how far you get!" Secretly, Tas
was more than a little surprised that they'd gotten as
far as they had. The grove's effect had seemed much
stronger the last time he had been there. How long ago
had that been, he wondered -- ten years?
"I'm going first this time so I can keep my eyes on
you," Denzil said predictably. He wound his hand
through Tas's topknot and began dragging him back-
ward, bringing tears to the kender's eyes. Worse still,
Denzil was surprisingly sure-footed. He didn't trip. He
didn't fall. He didn't even stumble. When Tasslehoff
could stand no more, he told the human to stop. Tas
clumsily pulled his hair back into place with his tied
hands, massaging his tender scalp with the heel of one
hand,
"I must be doing something right," Denzil said.
"We're more than halfway in."
"You're welcome," Tas said sourly. The human's
smugness brought the next idea into the kender's
mind. He could not see how it would help him get
away, but he could not resist the opportunity to make
Denzil look silly
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