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. They're pictures of places. I make a lot of maps. Of
places. When I go home to Hylo someday... that's
where I'm from, did I tell you that?"
"I don't know." The dwarf's scowl was becoming
fierce. "What places?"
"- I'll be able to show everybody where I've been."
The kender blinked again. "What places would you
like?"
"I don't know, exactly," Chane sighed. "I've never seen
it... except in dreams. But it's outside of Thorbardin
...someplace beyond Northgate."
The kender shifted his voluminous belt-pouch around
so that it rested on his lap, and began rummaging inside
it. The pouch seemed to have endless capacity, and the
dwarf stared at the horde of treasure the kender's busy
hands brought to light. Bright baubles of countless
kinds, small stones, bits of twine, an old turtle shell, var-
ious metal objects, a wooden cube, an old and battered
bird's nest - this the kender stared at for a moment, then
tossed aside - a broken spoon, a scrap of cloth.... The
treasures went on and on.
Then Chess drew forth a fat sheath of drawings and his
eyes brightened. "Ah," he said. "Maps." He thumbed
through them. "If the place you want to see is north of
Northgate, that means it's east of here," he explained,
then looked up, glanced at Chane and pointed
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