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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales I, Vol. I - The Magic Of Krynn
Atec Март 01 2008 15:05:33
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. "Are you all
right?"
Tika blushed. "I'm fine. I must have caught my foot-" She
looked at her dress in dismay. "I stepped on it. It's filthy. I look
awful."
"You look lovely." He pulled the tray from her completely.
"Far too comely to walk around with a terrible stain, like a patch
on a painting."
She blushed as he smiled at her. "You're teasing me."
He winked. "Of course I am. I think I do it well. Go clean off;
I'll take this tray around."
Tika looked questioningly at Otik, who nodded. She curtseyed,
folding the skirt to hide the dirty streak. "Thank you." She skipped
out.
Otik said, "I'll take the tray."
Reger shook his head. A lock of straight hair fell below his
cowl, and he suddenly looked young and stubborn. "I told her I'd
do it. Best I keep my word." He glanced back at her, smiling again.
"Sweet little thing. I have a sister that age, back home."
Otik warmed to Reger. "Take the potato bowls to the far table.
Four plates, four spoons to a table, except for the common table.
I'll be by with your meal as you finish, and thanks."
"Why, it is my pleasure." Reger, back to being smooth, hoisted
the tray over his shoulder and glided between tables, humming.
Otik watched him go.
At the first table two men, drovers by the style of their clothes
and the faintly bovine look such men get, dove for the potato bowl
as Tumber the Mighty, spoon in air, rehearsed a combat for their
benefit
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