TINY WAS PLEASED that everyone had finally stopped talking. Well, yelling was more of what they’d been doing and for much of the afternoon. Even though he’d been in a cavern, shut off from the light of day, Tiny could still tell what time it was. And he could tell when humans needed to calm down. Apparently, gargoyles sometimes needed to calm down, too. That had been an unpleasant surprise.
In the first few moments after Kimar had suddenly parted into the Cavern of Osberg, for the same reason that Ercen had brought the others, there had been much rejoicing in the reunion. But that all turned quickly sour as Kimar learned the details about Gudrun’s abduction and, particularly, her return.
“Ercen! You should not have told these humans about Lohxnahr’s suspicions!” he roared.
Tiny dropped his head onto his paws, looking exceedingly forlorn. That one comment by Kimar had set off a storm of angry words and protests—by his master, in particular. He is not easily heeled, once his mind is set! And he did not like the bark of the big gargoyle pack leader! Master did not even care about my other person’s concern for his safety. Ho! His bark was loud!
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