"Mary Kirchoff. Kendermore ("Dragonlance Preludes I" #2) (angl)" - читать интересную книгу автора

Dipilfis... Gimrod... Something like that."

Flint could contain himself no longer; he burst out laughing.
"I'd like to see the look on her face when she sees what she's
getting! Ha!"

"Tas," Tanis said kindly, looking into the kender's crestfallen
face, "do you want to marry this girl?" Tas pursed his lips in
thought, watching leaves swirl in Tika's wake as she marched by with a
tray of drinks.

"I've never thought about it, really. I always figured I'd get
married someday... someday later... much later."

"If you don't want to marry her, the honorable thing to do is to
go back and tell her so," Tanis suggested reasonably. "Or send a
message through Miss Hornslager here. I'm sure the girl will
understand."

Tas brightened slightly. "I suppose I could do that."

"Well, let me just tell you that Miss Hornslager won't
understand," Gisella grumbled. "I get paid for delivering a kender,
not a message. Bundle him up, Woodrow," she instructed abruptly. "You
don't need to treat me like a sack of potatoes," Tas pointed out, his
face dark.

"I don't know," Flint said mischievously, a twinkle in his eye.
He was enjoying Tas's discomfort immensely.

"I'd keep my eyes on him every minute. He may intend to return
with you today, but a butterfly might cross his path tomorrow, and off
he'll go."

Gisella looked directly at Tas and clicked her tongue.

"Any old time you think about wandering off, just remember this:
The council is holding your Uncle Trapspringer prisoner until you
return. They want you back real bad."

"Prisoner? Poor Uncle Trapspringer!" Tas cried. Suddenly his
eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Wait a minute, how do I know they really
have my Uncle Trapspringer?"

Gisella's cheeks colored for the first time. She scratched the
back of her neck, looking uncomfortable.

"Well, it wasn't my idea, but they told me to show you something
if you gave me any trouble." She pulled a tiny pouch from the depths
of her blouse and tugged open the strings. Wrinkling her nose, she