THE QUEST FOR SAURON'S DIARY
XI. Of Course, He Isn't
XII. They Split Up
"Time to split up," said the druid
after he'd recovered. "As few
people should go to the northern
Death Kingdom, or Eeek Kingdom, or
whatever it's called, as possible.
Most of us are going to Traskadat
to fight the trolls and whatnot.
Bozo has to take Sauron's Diary and
kill the badguy with it."
"Works for me; the dumbest plan is
always the right one," said
Bozo. "My only consolation is that
we're not in a Conan the
"Whatever," said the druid. "Who's
going with you?"
"I am," said Lovelinda. "I may
seem to be utterly useless from a
military point of view. But ... I
"OK, get out of my face," said
"Time for our tearful separation.
Boo-hoo and all that," said
Bozo. "We'll meet again, of
course, Freddo. You'll get to
swashbuckle a bit, which is all
you're really good at, anyway."
"I just hope you're less of a
smart aleck," said Fred. "The
wisecracks are getting old."
"Ho ho, I used to think he was
funny, but the joke got stale," said
"You're an expendable, y'know,"
Bozo and Lovelinda began their
long and harrowing journey to the
scary place. On the way, they
adopted a cute but sinister hedgehog
xiii. A Couple of Extras Die (A Boring