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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 would be better that way.
But confess what exactly? That she had gone for a
midnight swim? Surely that's all there was to it. Surely there
was nothing - no one - in the pond waiting for her.
Still, in the Forest of Wayreth, you never know.
So all that day, Aron waited for his daughter to tell him
what happened. From his loom he kept eyeing her, but all
she did was go happily about her duties.
Fine! thought Aron in frustration. Let her think she's
fooled the old man! I will just have to catch her in the act!
For the rest of the day, Aron played the innocent, too.
He smiled at his daughter, engaged her in polite
conversation during lunch and dinner, and generally acted
as if nothing were on his mind - except that, while at his
loom, he was busy weaving a plot.
Then, in the evening, earlier than usual, he said, "I'm
tired. I think I'll turn in."
Petal, darning in a rocking chair near the fire, said, "All
right, Father. I'll put out the fire."
Aron stretched a phony stretch and went to his room.
But he had never been more awake. He crouched by his
bedroom window and peered out into the night air, waiting
for his daughter to leave the cottage.
He waited so long, though, that he nodded off for a
moment
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