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Dragonlance -- Mary Kirchoff - Kendermore
Atec Март 01 2008 15:16:58
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. "I -- I'm not sure. I've
never met one before. Still, I'm fairly certain they don't
talk, as a general rule."
A sigh like a trumpet blast erupted from the mam-
moth's trunk. "I've never met one either." The creature's
head dropped back to the stone floor, and a big tear
squeezed out of one large, pink-rimmed, gray eye.
The tender-hearted kender knelt by the animal's mas-
sive shoulder and patted it comfortingly. "What's
wrong?" he asked. "Don't cry, you'll flood the place and
we'll all drown!" he giggled.
Another large tear plopped onto the ground. "What
does it matter if we drown? The gnomes'll kill us eventu-
ally anyway," the mammoth moaned.
Tas was beginning to understand. He patted the crea-
ture again. "Don't worry, well find some way out of
here," he said hopefully. "Then Woodrow and I will take
you with us."
The mammoth's eyes opened wider. "You would do
that?" he said shrilly, then slumped back down unhap-
pily. "It wouldn't matter if you did think of a way out.
I'm too big to get through the doors. This is the only
room left in the whole place that's big enough to hold
me."
"Then how did they get you in here?" Tas inquired,
looking from the enormous mammoth back toward the
tiny doorway.
The mammoth raised itself half-heartedly up onto one
knee-joint, and the floor shook. "I was brought here
when I was very little," he said simply, his voice weary.
"How long ago was that?"
"Bozdil and Ligg tell me it was more than fifteen years
ago."
"They've kept you locked up in here for fifteen years?"
Tasslehoff was incredulous
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