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Dragonlance -- Mary Kirchoff - Kendermore
Atec Март 01 2008 15:16:58
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. It's differ-
ent... There is something alive up there."
Gisella tugged a lock of her hair. Denzil, still seated on
his horse, had his crossbow braced on top of a rock and
was sighting on something. She could not reach her dag-
ger, and she had nothing else to attack Denzil with. But
she had to stop this foul deed.
Suddenly, she had an idea. Gisella spurred her draft
horse forward, waving her arms. Denzil was caught
completely off guard.
"It's Miss Hornslager," shouted Woodrow, pointing
down the trail some fifty yards. "She found us! Hooray!"
But even as Woodrow cheered, Gisella grimaced and
clutched her side. The human's joy turned to horror
when Gisella cried out, swayed in her saddle, clutched
her side, then slumped backward and tumbled to the
ground.
"Winnie, get over there, fast!" pleaded Woodrow.
"We've got to see what's wrong with her!"
Winnie took two tentative steps forward, then
stopped. "We don't know what's there."
"Miss Hornslager is there, and she's hurt."
Woodrow swung his leg across the mammoth's back
and slid to the ground. As he dropped below the animal's
furry back, a crossbow bolt whistled past Tasslehoff's ear
and shot harmlessly through the space Woodrow had
just occupied. Tasslehoff had heard the sound enough
times before to know what it was.
"Crossbow!" yelled the kender as he flattened himself
across Winnie's back. Lifting the mammoth's ear, Tas
told him, "Rush forward, Winnie. If we stand back,
they'll pick us off one by one. Rush forward, now!"
The huge animal hesitated for a moment; then, with a
toss of its shaggy head, bounded down the trail
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