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Dragonlance -- Mary Kirchoff - Kendermore
Atec Март 01 2008 15:16:58
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. Finally, he stretched
the chicken across his lap for plucking.
"Where did you learn to cook?" Woodrow asked, adding a few
larger sticks to the flames to encourage the coals.
"Watching my mother, I guess," Tas said. "She was a great cook,"
he said fondly. "She could turn a week-old loaf of bread into a feast!
One whiff of her mongoose pie caused riots in our neighborhood in
Kendermore. In fact, she was forbidden, by order of the Kendermore
Council, to make it anymore." Tasslehoff's eyes shone with pride.
"Was?" Woodrow said gently. "Is she dead?"
"I don't think so," Tasslehoff frowned, "but I haven't seen her
in a long time."
"If my mother were still alive, I'd visit her as often as I
could," Woodrow said wistfully, stirring the coals a little too
vigorously. "My father, too."
"Both your parents are dead? Gee, I'm sorry," said Tas kindly,
tearing out a handful of black feathers. "How did it happen?"
Woodrow blinked frequently. "My father came from a family of
Solamnic Knights. He was raised to it -- he didn't know anything else.
He didn't care so much about the knighthood as he did about helping
people, though. And that was his downfall."
Tas could almost guess Woodrow's next words. He knew, from his
friend Sturm Brightblade, that the Knights of Solamnia, once the
peacekeepers of the realm, had lived in persecution and fear from the
common people in the region of Solamnia. Many of those people wrongly
blamed the knights for the Cataclysm, which Tas found difficult to
understand, no matter how many times Sturm explained it
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