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Dragonlance -- Mary Kirchoff - Kendermore
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Woodrow squinted down the end of the kender's fin-
ger. "It can't be. We're not moving, but the dot is getting
bigger."
"It's a boat." Tas cried suddenly, his sharp kender eyes
catching a glimpse of movement. Rowers, he guessed
from their constant motion. Tas jumped up and down,
waving his arms excitedly and screaming at the top of his
lungs.
Woodrow stilled the kender's arms and said, "We may
not: be happy to see who's on this boat."
Tasslehoff looked at Woodrow as if the human had
lost his mind. "Not happy? But they can rescue us! Any-
thing has got to be better than riding around on here,
particularly since there's nothing very interesting in the
heap." He squinted at the speck again. "Besides, I think
it's too late. They've spotted us." As the rowers drew
closer, Tas recognized bull-shaped heads -- minotaurs.
Minotaurs were one of Krynn's most unusual -- and
unfriendly -- races. Before the Cataclysm, their history
was filled with prejudice and slavery, first by the Kal-
Thax dwarves, (according to legend, at least), and later
by the Istar Empire. Their bovine appearance and in-
credible strength made them both despised and coveted
as slaves.
No one but another minotaur ever called one of their
number beautiful. Both bulls and cows were seldom less
than seven feet tall. Short, black or red-brown fur cov-
ered their heavily muscled, human/bovine frames.
Though they walked upright and had hands like men,
their ankles, or tarsal joints, were the hocks of quadru-
ped animals with cloven hooves
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