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Despite his current danger, the kender couldn't help but
smile at the sight of his favorite uncle. "I didn't expect to
see you here. Actually, I didn't expect to be here myself,
wherever here is. Say, I'm sorry about your having to go
to prison on my account."
"You've got some explaining to do, young kender,"
Trapspringer said sternly, shaking an accusing finger at
his nephew. He paused and frowned at Tasslehoff's prone
half-form. "Stand up when I'm speaking to you!"
Tasslehoff gritted his teeth against another tug. "I
can't, Uncle. And I can't explain it all now," he grunted,
"but I seem to be stuck in this portal. It would help me
immeasurably if you would pull me through."
"What kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into
this time? Always the one to find trouble, weren't you?"
Trapspringer clucked his tongue, then chuckled.
Denzil gave Tasslehoff's legs yet another pull, forcing
Tas to snarl impatiently, "Not now, Uncle!"
Trapspringer looked momentarily befuddled. "Yes,
well, I suppose you're right. All of Kendermore has been
searching for you these two months past, and they'd
hang me if I let you slip through my hands now. Grab
on, everyone!" he hollered.
Dozens of kender trudged forward, wrapping their
hands and arms around Tas's limbs and torso, around
each other, and around other, presumably immobile,
features of the landscape. Soon, at least a dozen kender
were pulling, straining, and sweating against some por-
tion of Tas's upper body.
Denzil propped both feet against the bookcases on ei-
ther side of the portal
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