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with the clasps of his jerkin, loosening his sword belt with a laugh. "Touch
me, oh _touch me_," she crooned.
Frito's hand, as though of its own will, reached out and traced the
delicate swelling of her elf-breast, while the other slowly crept around her
tiny, flawless waist, crushing her to his barrel chest.
"Toes, I _love_ hairy toes," she moaned, forcing him down on the
silvered carpet. Her tiny, pink toes caressed the luxuriant fur of his instep
while Frito's nose sought out the warmth of her precious elf-navel.
"But I'm so small and hairy, and . . . and you're so _beautiful_," Frito
whimpered, slipping clumsily out of his crossed garters.
The elf-maiden said nothing, but only sighed deep in her throat and held
him more firmly to her faunlike body. "There is one thing you must do for me
first," she whispered into one tufted ear.
"Anything," sobbed Frito, growing frantic with his need. "Anything!"
She closed her eyes and then opened them to the ceiling. "The Ring," she
said. "I must have your Ring."
Frito's whole body tensed. "Oh no," he cried, "not that! Anything but .
. . that."
"I must have it," she said both tenderly and fiercely. "I must have the
_Ring!_"
Frito's eyes blurred with tears and confusion. "I can't," he said. "I
mustn't!"
But he knew resolve was no longer strong in him. Slowly, the elf-
maiden's hand inched toward the chain in his vest pocket, closer and closer it
came to the Ring Frito had guarded so faithfully . . .



Contents

FOREWORD
PROLOGUE -- CONCERNING BOGGlES

I It's My Party and I'll Snub Who I Want To
II Three's Company, Four's a Bore
III Indigestion at the Sign of the Goode Eats
IV Finders Keepers, Finders Weepers
V Some Monsters
VI The Riders of Roi-Tan
VII Serutan Spelled Backwards Is Mud
VIII Schlob's Lair and Other Mountain Resorts
IX Minas Troney in the Soup
X Be It Ever So Horrid




FOREWORD

Though we cannot with complete candor state, as does Professor T., that