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"That's not much to work with, but I think I can do something
with the chicken and the beans," Tas replied. Woodrow looked
skeptical. "You'll find everything inside the wagon, in a cupboard
toward the front. If it looks edible -- except the ferrets and the
melons -- it's fair game." With that, he dropped to his haunches and
set about building a cookfire.
Tas sprang into the back of the wagon, expecting to find
Gisella, but the wagon was empty. Fortunately, a lighted lantern hung
from a hook by the door, He looked around in astonishment. The
interior looked much larger than the outside would suggest. From floor
to low ceiling on the right side of the wagon were narrow shelves
containing neatly stacked, corked, green apothecary jars, some empty,
most full of dried herbs. The shelves held various and sundry other
items, from pale yellow beeswax candles to a black velvet-covered
board crammed full of rings studded with winking, colorful gems. Tas
reached out a hand eagerly.
"Don't touch the rings, whatever you do," Woodrow called to him
suddenly from outside the wagon. "The gems are fake, but Miss
Hornslager trades them as real ones. She knows exactly how many she
has and where each one's place is in the velvet display board."
Tas snatched his hand back abruptly.
"I wouldn't," he said, flustered, wondering if the young human
could read minds as well as understand animals. "She shouldn't leave
them out where just anyone can get at them," he murmured.
Tas dragged his eyes away from the sparkling rings and examined
the rest of the wagon
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