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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales I, Vol. Iii - Love And War
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other put his hand over his companion's.
"Well," said Slegart more briskly, "I can offer you
gentlemen cold meat and ale, but you won't get no hot food
this night. Cook's that upset. And now" - the innkeeper
glanced at the still-swinging kitchen door with a sigh -
"from what Lizzie says, it seems like there's somethin'
wrong with the babe - "
The stranger made a sudden, swift movement with his
hand, and old Slegart froze in place, his mouth open in the
act of speaking, his body half-turned, one hand raised. The
kitchen door stopped in mid-swing. The servant girl's
muffled cries from the kitchen ceased. A drop of ale, falling
from the spigot, hung suspended in the air between spigot
and floor.
Rising to their feet, the two strangers moved swiftly up
the stairs amid the enchanted silence. Hastily, they opened
every door in the inn, peering inside every room, searching.
Finally, coming to a small room at the very end of the hall,
one of the strangers opened the door, looked inside, and
beckoned to his companion.
A large, matronly woman - presumably Cook - was
halted in the act of brushing out the beautiful hair of a pale,
cold figure lying upon the bed. Tears glistened on the cook's
kindly face
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