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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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. It was no easy thing to be a knight in these troubled
days. All his life Ergon had followed the rules of his order
humbly, honorably, as though they were a code he was born
to.
"I remember the tale well - I thought my father would
die of the wounds he got at your hands and those of your
accomplices. And the old man, he DID die, thief. He was no
match for four daggers. My father barely was. And it was
no sword my father used, but his own dagger."
Keli choked on his fury, would have said more, but Tas,
under pretense of shifting cramped muscles, fell hard
against him. Tigo reacted with a howl of outrage. "You'll
die for your twisted truth, boy, soon enough. But not yet.
For now," he said, eyeing Tas, "I've an interest in the
kender.
"What's in your pouches, little bandit?"
Tas shrugged and grinned. "Nothing."
"Nothing?" Like a hawk diving, Tigo's good hand came
down, caught the kender by the front of his shirt and lifted
him full off the ground, dangling him in front of Staag.
"Why don't I believe that?"
The buzzing of the gnats and the shrilling of the crickets
seemed louder to Keli. He hoped with all his heart that the
kender wasn't going to do something to get himself killed
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