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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales Ii, Vol. I - The Reign Of Istar
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. By the way, I did
you a favor."
"Favor?" Moran was learning, already, to be leery of
Tarli's initiative.
The boy nodded. He must have been standing on tip toe
to be seen from below. "I made you more of those short
lances like I used today."
"Did you, now? Wait. Made them how?"
"From the other lances. I told you they were too long. I
broke them into thirds, mostly ... some halves for the larger
boys."
"You broke the lances?" Moran gasped. Huma, pray for
us all! "All of them?"
Tarli shifted uncomfortably. "I did my best. Besides
those on the rack, I found just the one storeroom full - the
one with the lances in colors. Was that all?"
Sweet Paladine! "The ones in colors ... You mean red,
silver, and gold? For parade dress, for the full knights?"
Moran shook his head, not wanting to believe. "Those were
locked up."
Tarli waved a hand. "Don't thank me. They weren't
locked up that well. It was easy." He dropped from the
window; he must have been standing on a stool. "Good
night, Sire."
Moran dashed, panic-stricken, to the weapons store. He
spent the evening going through the lances and confirming
that they could not be reassembled.
The treasury would cover replacing the lot, but the
paperwork would be a quest in itself
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