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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales I, Vol. Iii - Love And War
Atec Март 01 2008 15:11:25
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. His breathing
was the short, hard gasping Keli had seen once in a dog
whose collar was caught in a fence.
"Kender," he whispered, thinking to distract his
companion from his troubles, "I'm Keli. What's your
name?"
"Tasslehoff Burrfoot. Call me Tas, all my friends do."
"Tas, how did they get you? And why?"
"With a sack over the head, followed quickly, I can tell
you, by a big stick of wood. I was in the barn, at the tavern,
just looking. Someone had ridden in that night on a big red
horse, and Caramon said he'd never seen a bay with a mane
and tail that color before. They were all gold, you see, and I
just wanted a look. Nasty beast, too. Nearly took off all my
fingers when I went to touch his mane. It was like gold,
though, soft and yellow." Tas hitched himself up so that the
small of his back rested against a boulder. In restless
preoccupation, he worked his wrists against the binding
leather. "I walked in on them just as they were tying you
up."
From where he lay Keli saw a thin line of blood, black
in the darkness, trickling down Tas's wrists to his fingers.
"Stop - " he hissed, "you're bleeding!"
After a moment, Tas sat still. "Why did they take you?"
Keli shook his head
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