Adventures in Krynn: Tales of Uncle Trapspringer by Dixie Lee McKeone

Author:Dixie Lee McKeone [McKeone, Dixie Lee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-7869-0775-5
Publisher: Fanversion Publishing
Published: 2015-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

Halmarain continued to deny any knowledge of the items, waving a hand to indicate the loose steel pieces, the knife, the gloves, and the necklace. She glared accusingly at the kender. They seemed so delighted with the gloves and the necklace that it soon became plain that they were seeing the items for the first time.

“You didn’t put these things in my bag?”

“I’m sure I didn’t,” Ripple said. “You usually keep such a tight hold on it I don’t think I could, and I’ve never seen these things. These gloves are beautiful. If they won’t fit you, I’d really like to have them, if you gave them to me, that is.”

“Of course, one steel piece looks like any other,” Trap added, “But I’m sure I would remember this necklace. It’s interesting—all these drawings on the disks.” He picked it up before Halmarain could stop him. “Wonder if these runes and drawings are just ornamental or if they mean something special?”

Ripple scooted across the dirt floor to join her brother and they both inspected the finely worked drawings. The little wizard worried over how it came into her possession.

“I didn’t take that necklace,” she insisted. “I don’t know how it got into my bag! By the Book of Gilean, I sound just like a kender!”

“Someone dropped it into your purse by mistake. We keep telling you that people are so careless with their belongings,” Ripple answered absently, most of her attention still on the silver disks.

“They’re always forgetting where they leave their stuff,” Trap agreed.

“When did it get into my bag?” Halmarain’s mind was off on another track. “It wasn’t there when we left Deepdel. I repacked everything.” Her eyes widened. “The only people we’ve been near since we left our rooms were the innkeeper and the dwarves. It wouldn’t have belonged to the man in Deepdel. It looks as if it could have been dwarf made—that’s why the dwarves are chasing us.”

The kender were more interested in the string of disks than in the wizard’s ruminations.

“We need more light.” Trap looked suggestively at Halmarain’s staff.

“No,” the wizard answered, shaking her head and glancing toward the cave’s entrance. “I don’t know what I felt from that rider in the black cloak, but there was something strange. I don’t want to use any magic right now. He might sense it and come back.”

“Then I’ll get us a light,” Trap said, accepting her objections as reasonable. He jumped up and searched for the dwarf sparker that had found it’s way into his pouch while he was in Deepdel.

A sparker was no good without wood to burn, so he gave the cave a quick scan. He was hampered by a number of roots hanging down from the ceiling. He touched one. It was dry and would make a good torch. A one handed tug was not sufficient to pull it free, so he tucked the sparker back into his pouch and used both hands. The root was stubborn so he jumped, grabbed it, and swung back and forth.

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