"Mary Kirchoff. Kendermore ("Dragonlance Preludes I" #2) (angl)" - читать интересную книгу автораTanis stopped Woodrow again, this time with a hand on his arm. The kender slid to his feet once more, twisting his vest back into place with a disgruntled "humph!" Gisella pulled Tanis to the side, batting two small, kohl black-lined eyes at him. "Look, friend, if it's money you want, I'll give you half of my take for him. Fifteen new steel pieces," she said, biting into each word as though she enjoyed their taste. "You've got to be kidding." Tanis sputtered, unable to comprehend that someone was trying to buy Tasslehoff from him. "That's more than fair!" She dropped her voice abruptly. "OK, twenty, but that's my final offer." "My good woman," Tanis growled, his eyes flashing black, "you cannot buy and sell a kender like horseflesh!" "You can't? Why not?" she asked, genuinely surprised. "Because some things just aren't for sale!" "Honey," she purred, letting her tightly clothed thigh rub against his for a moment, "everything has a price." Tanis jerked his leg away and took a deep breath, throwing a withering look at Flint, Tanis suggested, "Let's ask Tas what he wants to do." Everyone turned toward the kender. "Well, Tas?" Tanis asked. "What's this about getting married, anyway? You never even told us you had a sweetheart." Tasslehoff shuffled uncomfortably. "I don't, exactly," he confessed. "See, a long time ago, somebody suddenly noticed that there weren't many kender left in Kendermore - people just never got around to getting married. So some other somebody came up with the idea of randomly assigning mates at birth. You know, a boy and a girl are born near each other timewise in the city, and they have to get married sometime near their thirtyfifth birthdays. It's one of the few rules that any kender can remember. Except me. I just forgot it." "So there's a girl waiting in Kendermore for you to marry her?" Flint asked, struggling to keep the smile he felt growing inside him from showing on his face. "I guess," Tas said morosely. "I've never met her. I think her name begins with a 'D,' or at least it sounds like 'D.' Dorcas... |
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