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Show Chapter Nine "Well, Rogare, what have you discovered?" The thin man, covered with bandages, glared balefully at Daemon. "I followed the girl, like you said, but she disappeared into a cave." "Why didn't you go in after her!" demanded the sorcerer, stamping his foot. "I DID! How do you think I got all these terrible scars!" Rogare shouted. "Don't you shout at ME or I'll turn you into a DUCK! Besides, those aren't scars, they're merely scratches. What happened, did the girl attack you?" "NO.' There were ferocious chick - er, tigers in the cave, and I was so busy fighting them off that the girl escaped. I should get a medal for my bravery, actually." Rogare modestly looked down at his feet. "Never mind the girl, what about the spoon? Did you see the spoon?" "Yes, I saw it." "Well, where i_s it? Did you get it?" "No," mumbled the knave. "V/HAT?" said the sorcerer, angrily. "I SAID 'NO'!" shouted Rogare. "You shouted at me! I told you not to shout at me. You're going to get it now!" Daemon ran to the cupboard. "Not the hat! Don't get the hat' I'll do anything you say. PLEASE!" Rogare followed the fat little tyrant on his |