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Show -36- knees-, whimpering and e.rying. "Okay. You find that girl and get me that spoon!" He took a flat, green mint out of a porcelain bowl and handed it to Rogare. "Give her this. Once she eats it, she'll give you the spoon willingly, - and here is a magic coin. See that I get it back! NOW GET ME THAT SPOON!" "Y-yes, oh mighty sorcerer, anything you say," whimpered Rogare. Getting to his feet, he dashed out of the throne room. "You just can't get good scoundrels anymore," spluttered Daemon, as he threw his hat back into the .cupboard. |