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Dragonlance -- Mary Kirchoff - Kendermore
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Come all you young fellows who live by the sea,
Kiss a fair maiden and then follow me.
Hoist up the sail and the anchor aweigh,
And run with the wind out through Balifor Bay.
One by one, and then by tens, and then by hundreds,
the kender picked up the song. A thin stream of water
trickled across Semus's axe. Another blow started it
flowing, and the third created a gush that thundered
down the flume. The kender supporting the flume
swayed and staggered, but stayed on their feet, and they
kept singing.
As the water poured off the end of the flume, enor-
mous clouds of steam jetted skyward and blanketed Tor-
nado Alley. Along the length of the burning debris,
flaming beams and glowing embers hissed and sputtered
and were extinguished. The water ran in all directions
until the wall of steam extended as far as Tasslehoff could
see.
Fifteen minutes after the first trickle of water had ap-
peared, the water tower was empty. Exhausted kender
collapsed under their flumes into a squirming, snakelike
pile, and crawled slowly out to lie panting on the smok-
ing ground. Tasslehoff wiped his arm across his brow
and it came away black with soot.
Slowly he picked his way down the water tower and
went searching for his friends.
"Tasslehoff! Tasslehoff! Over here!"
Tas and Woodrow looked up from the frothy mugs of
warm ale they were sharing outside the newly renamed
Scorched Scorpion Inn to see Trapspringer and Damaris
approaching, linked arm in arm, leaning into the wind.
"Tas, my favorite nephew! I've got wonderful news for
you," bubbled Trapspringer
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