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. Sputtering and scrambling to get back
on his feet, he learned two odd and intriguing things.
First, spitting what he thought were rocks from his
mouth, he tasted lemon and realized that he had not
landed in gravel, but in a mound of hard, lemon-
flavored candies. The confections skittered like marbles
under his hands.
Second, he could not stand up. Something was still
trying to pull him apart, holding his legs and yanking on
them ferociously. Tasslehoff twisted around to see what
the problem was and was confronted not by an antago-
nist, but by a swirling, silvery pane of light that swal-
lowed the lower two-thirds of his body.
Tas tried crawling forward, but he was stuck fast.
Then he felt a sharp tug and slid backward an inch or
two. Tasslehoff's heart constricted uncharacteristically.
Denzil is still trying to drag me back from wherever
I'm at! Tas realized. The kender redoubled his effort to
escape. He looked about for anything to grab and hold
onto that might give him leverage.
Meanwhile, Tasslehoff's arrival in Gelfigburg had not
gone unnoticed. The young kender looked up to see
three of the stoutest beings -- they looked like orbs with
arms and legs attached -- waddle over to where he lay on
the ground, struggling for a handhold. The eldest of the
two, wearing a sacklike smock over his round body, in-
troduced himself.
"Good day, friend! Harkul Gelfig's the name." He ex-
tended his pudgy hand. "It's always nice to see a new face
around here. You'll have to tell us your name so we can
put it on the cake
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