FOR A FEW seconds, Tok watched me with a puzzled expression, and I began to feel like an i***t. But as the lyrics to Finch’s favorite song filled the air around us, the goblin’s eyes took on a dazed look, and his face went slack. He stood there in a trance, his sack of crystals hanging limply from his hand.
I stared at him in disbelief. It worked. It actually worked.
Tok blinked, and I realized my words were trailing off. I took up the song again, singing loudly enough for anyone within a half-mile radius to hear. The moment I saw the goblin fall back into the trance, I leaped into action.
Still singing, I raced to him, yanking the shackles from my pocket as I went. Carefully, I locked them around his thin wrists, making sure they were snug but not too tight. After checking my work t
