Thraxas and the Ice Dragon / Траксас и леденият дракон: Дванадесета глава

"Maybe," I reply. "But you know these Samsarinans. They give out medals for anything."

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"Where are the plans?" says Lisutaris, suddenly.

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"What plans?"

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"The plans for the crossbow and sighting device. You know, the important military secret I'm meant to be protecting."

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"They're on the table."

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"No they're not."

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We all stare at the table. The plans are gone. I yell for Arichdamis. He pokes his head out of the window. He doesn't have them. The four of us engage on a frantic search of the vicinity. The blueprints are nowhere to be found. Arichdamis moans, and sits down heavily.

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"How can they just disappear?" demands Makri.

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I ask Lisutaris if she can perform some sort of quick searching spell. Unfortunately Lisutaris is no longer listening. Her bag of thazis is open on her lap. She swiftly rolls a huge stick, snaps her fingers to ignite it, then inhales deeply. I sit down next to her.

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"Give me some of that," I say.

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"Me too," says Makri. "We're really in trouble now."

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