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All that, and goblins, too.
Wingover shook his head now in perplexity. Why
were there goblins south of Pax Tharkas? He had never
heard of goblins in these lands. Other places, of course,
but not here. It reminded him of the talk he had heard in
Pax Tharkas - dire rumors, all hazy and confusing, of
omens and prophesies, of strange sightings in remote
places.
There were even rumors of people somewhere to the
north who swore they had seen dragons.
And just the past night - a double eclipse of the
moons. Wingover had heard philosophers and stargaz-
ers speculate on such things, but he had never before seen
such a sight. It had almost cost him his horse and his
pack. Geekay had spooked at the sight and pulled loose
from his halter, and Wingover had chased the animal for
a half-mile before catching him.
Did it mean something? He thought of Garon Wendes-
thalas and wondered where he was. Elves usually knew
more about such phenomena than most people. Maybe
he would see the elf in Barter, and could ask him about it
then.
Wingover twisted about in his saddle, easing the fa-
tigue of travel, and pulled his elkhide jacket tighter about
him. The horse was rounding a bend in the sloping trail,
and a fresh wind had sprung up. It was cold at this alti-
tude, even in early autumn
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