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. He looped his belt around Tassle-
hoff's ankles and encircled his own wrist four times with
the remaining length of leather. Grasping his bound
wrist with his free hand, he took a huge breath and used
the strength of his braced legs to heave with all his might.
The kender's body slipped back at least three inches.
"You're mine, kender," laughed Denzil, flexing his fin-
gers in preparation for one last pull.
Suddenly, the air in Gelfigburg filled with flying bits
and shards of hard candies and fine sugar and cinnamon
dust. Sneezing, many of the kender pulling on Tasslehoff
paused to rub their eyes and clear their vision.
Just then, a bright purple whirlwind appeared nearby
on Gelfig's front lawn, twisting and writhing and tearing
up great hunks of the carefully landscaped terrace. The
kender watched in fascination as the storm tore apart
their homes and whipped sharp, stinging particles of
candy wreckage into their faces.
Just then Damaris emerged from Gelfig's house,
munching on part of a sucker bush. "What's going on?"
she demanded, licking her fingers with great enjoyment.
Damaris was fitting right into Gelfigburg. She spotted
Trapspringer at the wall, tugging on a pair of arms.
"What are you doing with those arms?" Without waiting
for an answer, she elbowed Harkul Gelfig out of the way
and grabbed onto Trapspringer's waist. "Whatever
you're doing, it looks like fun!"
"This is certainly shaping up into a busy day," Gelfig
said, grunting as his stubby fingers closed around Da-
maris's tiny waist
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