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Dragonlance -- Mary Kirchoff - Kendermore
Atec Март 01 2008 15:16:58
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"I'm not afraid," Tasslehoff said, jutting out his chest
proudly.
"That's good, because I'm frightened enough for both
of us," Woodrow said seriously. "What I can't figure out
is where Bozdil and Ligg are."
"They're probably tired from running and haven't
found us yet," Tasslehoff suggested.
"Good guess." Woodrow pulled the kender after him.
Woodrow and Tas tried five other doors and were met
by a crocodile pit, a huge ape with fangs like daggers,
something that looked like a walking lump of garbage, a
five-foot-long scorpion -- Tas wanted to stop for a good
look at that oddity but Woodrow forbade it -- and a
room so filled with spiderwebs that Woodrow did not
even want to know what was living there. They saw no
sign of Ligg and Bozdil.
At last, they entered a large, one-story chamber that
was empty except for huge, regularly spaced support pil-
lars. It appeared to be an unused display chamber.
"There's no way out through here," Tas warned. But
the door had already slammed shut, practically in their
faces. Kender and human rocked back on their heels and
both felt a sense of dread.
"We're sorry you made us do this." Bozdil's whiny
voice filtered through a small grate in the large, wooden
door. "We would rather you had been a little more civi-
lized about all this. You could have remained free to wan-
der about the place and dine with us this evening. We
certainly would have given you a nicer room, too. I
would have liked that -- we don't get too many visitors
who can talk, you realize
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