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. "Next we have to hop like bunnies."
"Huh." It was no question.
Tas pulled his bound hands up before him, letting
his wrists hang limp to look like rabbit paws. "Hop.
Like bunnies." He lifted Denzil's hands to the proper
position. "Come on!"
Looking at the human's face, Tas wondered if he had
gone too far.
Denzil raised his arms together, fingers locked, and
slammed both fists into Tasslehoff's stomach. The di-
minutive kender flew through the air like a ball, land-
ing in a heap ten feet away. He could not even break
his fall, with his hands still tied in front of him. Eyes
glowing as red as Scul's nostrils, Denzil stalked toward
the dazed kender.
The grove was obviously still working very well.
Denzil launched himself. Reacting with true kender
speed, Tas rolled out of the way and tried to scramble
to his feet. But with his hands tied, the kender could
get no leverage. Denzil was on him in a second.
"I warned you not to lie to me," the wild-eyed hu-
man snarled. "Now I'm going to snap your limbs off,
one by one. This is going to take such a long time, little
fellow, that you can't even imagine how much it's go-
ing to hurt! All I ask is that you don't die before I fin-
ish."
"I didn't lie!" Tas shot back, suddenly enraged. "I
said you couldn't reach the tower unless you knew
how to get through the grove, and that's the truth. I
never said I knew how to do it. Your six-foot-tall greed
made you assume that!"
Tasslehoff stuck his nose into Denzil's face. "And
another thing: I'm sick of everyone calling me a liar
and a thief, and putting me down, just because I'm a
kender! Being tall doesn't make you right, and it sure
doesn't make you smart! It doesn't even make you
tough! Why, if my hands were untied, I'd pound you
until you were lumpier and more miserable than a
toad! You'd --"
Denzil's right hand closed around Tas's throat, cut-
ting off his tirade
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