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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales I, Vol. Ii - Kender, Gully Dwarves, And Gnomes
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. They were darker
and more solid than that weird blue flow. Snow ghosts?
Shivering, the old dwarf squinted harder. Not yet! he
thought triumphantly. Not yet, they're not! But one of them
was staggering, leaning on the other.
Flint grasped Tas's shoulders and hurried him back
inside the shelter. "Stay here, Tas. STAY HERE. They're
back!"
Tas smiled and nodded. "Of course they're back. I TOLD
you they were. They heard the pipe, they felt the magic -
Flint! Where are you going?"
Yawning mightily, forgetting Flint's warning to stay
inside the shelter, Tas retrieved his pipe and jogged out into
the snow.
As he had for the past two mornings, Tanis leaned
against the door jamb, smiling at the winter sun as though
hailing a well-met friend. Beside him Sturm gingerly lifted
his pack.
"You're certain you are well enough to travel?"
The youth nodded once. "Yes." He was pale yet, but the
dressing covering his wound had come away clean with its
last two changings.
"You did well, Sturm."
Sturm's solemn eyes lighted, then darkened. "No. I
almost cost you your life, Tanis. I couldn't go on, and you
stayed."
"I did. It was my choice. And," he said quickly, forestalling
further protest, "it was a choice, at the time, of freezing
with you or a few yards farther on
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