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Dragonlance -- Mary Kirchoff - Kendermore
Atec Март 01 2008 15:16:58
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"Of course, if the fire did go out, then my cousins
would shoot some burning arrows into the town to start
it all up again. They thought that kind of stuff was pretty
funny."
"Nice bunch," muttered Damaris.
"Yes, well, you don't see me with them now, do you?"
Vinsint grunted. "I knew somebody was going to make a
nasty remark." The bristles on the back of his neck stood
up like a bootbrush.
Tas jumped in, trying to calm the ruffled ogre. "That's
OK, Vinsint. We trust you. And that story gives me an
idea. Uncle Trapspringer, do the water towers still have
water in them?" Tasslehoff squinted against the smoke
and spotted several of the tall, bucket-shaped devices
above the city.
"They sure do," he replied. "I went swimming in one
just the other day."
"Good! Lead the way to City Hall."
The group wound its way through the twisting streets,
with Trapspringer in the lead, to City Hall. The streets
were clogged with kender trying to get out of the city,
into the city, to their homes, to their shops, to the city's
wells with empty buckets, and to the fire with full buck-
ets. Kender were racing in every direction with pails,
washtubs, pitchers, battering rams, urns, ladders,
bowls, stuffed animals, chamberpots, and cupped
hands. Others were pushing carts or pulling wagons
loaded with their own or other people's belongings.
There was no panic -- no one seemed frightened at all,
thought Phineas. But there was pandemonium on an uni-
maginable scale.
Tasslehoff chose as his goal City Hall because he knew
that it was, approximately, in the center of the city
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