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Tas was about to retort when Woodrow stopped suddenly and cocked
his head. "Do you hear that?" he asked.
Both Tasslehoff and Gisella fell silent and listened. From ahead
came the distinct sounds of crashing waves.
"Ah, ha." Tas exclaimed. "There's the stream I predicted."
But Woodrow looked skeptical. "It sounds bigger than a stream."
"There's only one way to find out," said Gisella, clicking her
tongue at the horses. Woodrow held steady to their bridles again,
until they reached the grove of trees, when he disappeared into the
dense shrubs.
He was back in a flash, his face as white as his quilted tunic
must once have been.
"What is it, Woodrow?" Gisella asked.
"It's no stream, ma'am," he gulped. "There's water as far as the
eye can see."
Gisella's gasp was her initial reply.
Human and dwarf turned questioning eyes to the kender. Gisella
poked him in the chest. "Your Uncle Bertie forgot an ocean, too?"
Chapter 6
"Order! Order!" Mayor Merldon Metwinger's gavel bounced off the
hard wooden table that served as the Kendermore Council's Bench of
Authority. The council met every fifth Thursday, and every Monday with
a two in its date. Every Friday with an oddnumbered date, the mayor
held Audience, the day when criminal cases were tried and domestic and
community disputes were settled. Today was such a Friday.
Rounding up council members to serve as the jury for criminal
cases on Audience Day was a mayoral duty
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