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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales Ii, Vol. Ii - The Cataclysm
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. To Graym's watchful eyes, their pockets seemed
fuller, and their bundle of supplies seemed larger, but there
was nothing he could do about it.
"Cunning little things." Graym watched the kender
running happily away. "Good attitudes, the lot of them. You
can't keep them down."
"I'll try," Darll grated, "if you'll let me go." He held out
his manacled hands.
"Ah!" Graym reached into his pack. "Can't do that, sir,
but I could give your arms a rest while we're dragging the
cart. You promise not to run off, sir?
He vaguely remembered Darll's saying something last
night that should make Graym nervous, but dragging the
cart was hard work, and Darll deserved a reward.
Darll looked sly. "Word of honor." He braced his feet
for a quick start and smiled at Graym.
The Wolf brothers ducked under the cart. Even Jarek
looked suspicious.
"Right, then." Graym fumbled in the pack, then reached
into his left pocket. . .
Then checked his right breeches pocket, his hood, and
his jacket.. .
Then stared at the departing kender. He looked back at
Darll's impatient face. "Life," he said thoughtfully, "can be
funny, sir . . ."
When Darll understood, he shook both fists at the
kender and swore until he was panting like a runner.
*****
Darll and Graym started off again. They grabbed the
crosspiece of the wagon tongue, braced their feet in the dirt,
and pulled. The wagon rolled forward quickly. Graym
dropped the crosspiece.
"That was too easy
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