“No,” said Baldric. “After I am done with you, you will be released.”
“You lie,” spat the goblin.
“I do not lie,” said Baldric.
“Then release me now,” said Bizak.
“Very well,” said Baldric. “You may go.” The goblin backed off warily, then fled as though all Baldric’s army was after him. The two gnomes watched as the goblin crossed the bridge, and was gone. They exchanged glances.
“We do not wish to be released,” said Keet. “There is naught but death for us back there.”
Surprised, Baldric said, “You wish to remain as prisoners?”
Keet smiled sadly, and shrugged. “We are prisoners back there as well. And at home. We are very tired. We are always beaten and hungry. I just want the fighting to stop, please.”
Baldric gazed at the younger gnome, who feared even to look at him. Baldric was no judge of their age, but this one was obviously very young.
“How... “ he had to ask, though he dreaded the answer. “How old are you?” he asked Chuka.
The smaller gnome counted on his fingers. “Thir... thirteen.”
“He is eleven,” said Keet, almost defiantly.
Baldric groaned inwardly. “And how old are you?” he asked Keet.
“I am much older,” said Keet. “I am fourteen.”