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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales I, Vol. Ii - Kender, Gully Dwarves, And Gnomes
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. After a moment Tanis heard the tuneless notes of the
shepherd's pipe that Tas had been trying to play since he
came by it several weeks ago. The kender had never
succeeded in coaxing anything from the shabby old
instrument that didn't sound like a goat in agony. But he
tried, every chance he got, maintaining - every chance he
got - that the pipe was enchanted. Tanis was certain that the
pipe had as much likelihood of being enchanted as he had
now of getting warm sometime soon.
"Oh, wonderful - the dreaded pipe," Flint growled. "Tas!
Not now!"
As though he hadn't heard, Tas went on piping.
With a weary sigh Tanis turned to see Flint sitting on his
pack, trying with cold-numbed hands to thaw the frozen
snow from his beard. The old dwarf's muttered curses were
a fine testament to the sting of the ice's freezing pull.
Only Sturm was silent. He leaned against the door jamb,
staring out into the blizzard as though taking the measure of
an opponent held, for a time, at bay.
"Sturm?"
The boy turned his back on the waning day. "No wood?"
"None." Tanis shivered, and it had little to do with the
cold. "Flint," he called, "Tas, come here."
Grumbling, Flint rose from his pack.
Tas reluctantly abandoned his pipe and made a curious
foray past the empty wood bin
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