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Dragonlance -- Mary Kirchoff - Kendermore
Atec Март 01 2008 15:16:58
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. Of course, they weren't red wrinkles. But
it's the same difference."
Gisella only glared at Tas and announced in an icy voice, "I'm
going inside to get dressed now. And when I come out, we're leaving."
"Leave?" The male gully dwarf's ears perked up. "I thought maybe
you here for pulley job," he said.
"A pulley job? Why, I haven't had one in --" Gisella got all
tingly at the memories of an inn long ago and far away. Well, at least
a week and a hundred miles.... Abruptly she caught the human's and
kender's innocent expressions, and she realized that the gully dwarf
couldn't possibly be talking about the same kind of pulley job.
"Pulley job?" she repeated.
"Oh, boy!" The head gully clapped his hands in delight, taking
her question as confirmation. "Pulley job! How you pay?"
"No, no! I'm simply asking, what is a pulley job?" she explained
with forced tolerance.
"Fondu show you," he offered, taking her hand before she could
protest. He led her off the steps, directing her to the north, where
the cliff cut back farther inland, obscuring the view. Woodrow and
Tasslehoff followed closely, the rest of the gully dwarves dancing in
joyous circles around them, their big, floppy-toed shoes slapping
noisily on the slate cliff. A short distance up the coast, out of view
of their camp, Fondu pointed to a huge, lone cypress tree that dangled
out over the edge of the cliff.
"So what?" Gisella said, starting to get annoyed.
"You led me barefoot over rough ground to look at an old tree?"
Wincing, she steadied herself with one hand on Fondu's shoulder while
she plucked pointy pebbles from her tender heel
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