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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales Ii, Vol. I - The Reign Of Istar
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. "Sire, tell me they're all right!"
Although he remained silent, Moran was moved.
Tarli tiptoed over to Saliak.
"Booga-booga-booga!" Tarli yelled and poked Saliak
in the ribs with his finger.
Saliak screamed and slashed wildly. Tarli leapt back,
laughing. The others, hearing the noise, struggled to stand,
grunting and cursing.
Moran viewed glumly the shambles of the exercise.
"All right, take off your blindfolds."
Those who could helped those who couldn't. They
gaped at what they saw: themselves, unarmed, in the center
of the courtyard, and Tarli, still blindfolded, standing
confidently over a stack of daggers.
Most of the boys were bruised, hardly any cut. Moran
supposed that the exercise might be judged a success.
Saliak tugged angrily at his blindfold. "It won't come
off." Several boys tried to untie Saliak's blindfold, but
every tug made the knot tighter. Finally Janeel asked Tarli
for a dagger.
Tarli shrugged and tossed it, lightly and easily, without
having to look, then he cut his own blindfold off, picked up
his ever-present duffel and thonged stick, and walked to
lunch alone, whirling the stick, listening to it hum.
Saliak, rubbing the marks out of his head, stared
viciously after him
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