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."
Wingover muttered horrific curses in several lan-
guages, and got to his feet. "If you aren't the most obtuse
button I ever -"
"Jilian," she said, coolly.
"What?"
"My name is Jilian. Not Button. But you don't need to
apologize. You can call me anything you like, as long as
you help me find Chane Feldstone like you promised."
"I didn't promise any such thing!"
"Thereyouare!" a voice behind Wingover said. The
human turned as the gnome trotted forward, waving at
him. "Thermodynamics, Iheardyoubellowingfrom-
clearacrossthesquare. Ijustwantedtotellyou, I'llbeready-
withinthehour."
Wingover stared down at the little creature, blankly.
"It'sme," the gnome said. After noting the confused
look on Wingover's face, he took a deep breath and
spoke more slowly. "Bobbin. Oh, I know. Humans al-
ways say if you've seen one gnome you've seen them all.
Somehow I thought you might be above that sort of
thing. But it doesn't matter. A deal's a deal, right All
right. There is an open meadow just off there, beyond
those huts. Meet me there. And bring your horse, of
course. Don't worry about rope. I have some." With
that, the gnome turned and hurried away in the direction
he had pointed.
Wingover stared after him, feeling dazed.
"What was that all about " Jilian asked.
"I haven't the vaguest idea
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