the first time that these goats were much more impressive than they had at
bondage art first thought, and not at all bondage art the scraggly animals they had expected lo
find.
The Nangtong had apparently decided that, no matter what, they bondage art didn't want
to return home with the bondage art prisoners. Any useful commodities were better than
two crazy people. They couldn't very well send the spirits two crazy
people. Any exchange for them was better bondage art than nothing, especially in view
of the waning interest of the Si Doak.
The Si bondage art Doak remained stone-faced. The Nangtong had made a mistake; they
had betrayed their need to sell what they had. There was nothing the Si
Doak valued more than a motivated seller.
A price, whatever
it was Zedd couldn't tell, was suddenly agreed upon. The
head Si Doak and the head Nangtong
stood, hooked arms bondage art at the elbows, and
turned around each other three times while so locked together. When they
parted, both sides fell to happy chatter. A bargain had been struck.
The Nangtong started lifting blankets. The goats bondage art were tethered. The Si
Doak headed for bondage art their prizes. Bondage art the guards thunked Zedd and Ann on the head
as
the Si Doak approached, apparently in warning not to spoil bondage art the deal.
Zedd had no intention of spoiling the bondage art deal. The Si Doak didn't sacrifice
people. As far as he knew. they were gentle people: the worst punishment
they dispensed bondage art to someone who committed a grievous wrong was banishment. A
banished Si Doak sometimes