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

held up a two-inch, jointed piece of polished white bone.

"Here's his finger!" Tas peered at the fragment closely.

"Yep, that's Uncle Trapspringer's favorite one," he said,
unperturbed. "I'd recognize it anywhere."

Tanis's face wrinkled in horror. "They cut off your uncle's
finger? But why would they do that over such a small matter?"

"I thought it was unusually nasty, myself," Gisella agreed,
dropping the bone back into the pouch.

Tasslehoff's expression turned from confusion to sudden
amusement. 'You thought this was one of his fingers? Oh, that's
funny!"

"Well, that's what you said it was, you doorknob," Flint
growled, shuffling his feet angrily. Tanis looked merely bewildered.

"Oh, that's really funny!" Tasslehoff shrieked. He clutched his
stomach and doubled over with highpitched laughter, oblivious to the
irritation of his friends.

"Uncle Trapspringer collects bones," he gulped - "of animals
and such," he managed to gasp at last. "That's the one he carries for
good luck!"

"Obviously it's not working," observed Gisella dryly, tucking
the purse back into her blouse.

Tanis sighed heavily. "I should have known better than to try
helping you out of a jam, Tas. I give up; you're on your own." The
half-elf shook Tas's small hand and backed out the door. "Good luck,
friend. See you in five years."

Chuckling aloud, Flint stepped after the young halfelf. "Have a
nice wedding, Tas!" he said, clapping the kender affectionately on the
shoulder as he passed him. "Wait!" Tas called. "Of course I'm terribly
concerned about Uncle Trapspringer -" But his friends were already
gone. Tasslehoff took a step after them, but Gisella and Woodrow
blocked his way. Feeling just the tiniest bit forlorn, he chewed his
lip and looked expectantly at the red-haired dwarf.

Gisella Hornslager arched her eyebrows in a hopeful gesture.
"Well, that's that, hmm? Those melons aren't getting any greener."

Tasslehoff hesitated.

Just then, Otik emerged from the kitchen, carrying a parchment