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. With another oath, he veered
the horse aside, hauled on his reins, and watched in as-
tonishment as Bobbin's soarcraft gathered speed. It re-
ceded with distance, then raised its nose and rose into the
sky. All around the meadow were cheers, applause, and
shouts of surprise.
The soarwagon climbed higher and higher, flashing
bright in the slanting sunlight. At some distance it dipped
a wing, circled gracefully to the left, came about, and cir-
cled above the village, high and tiny in the sun. It looped
and soared, dived and turned, as gracefully as a giant ea-
gle riding the air currents of a mountain range.
With his mouth hanging open in disbelief, Wingover
walked his horse back to where the others waited, and
dismounted. Jilian Firestoke was jumping up and down,
clapping with glee as she watched the beautiful machine
perform high overhead. Garon Wendesthalas stood in
brooding thought.
"I can't believe it," Wingover said, shaking his head.
"That thing actually works! It flies!"
"I'm not that surprised," the elf said. "I heard what
Bobbin told you, about being insane."
'What does that have to do with it?"
"It's the whole point. He really is insane. An insane
gnome. What he invents works."
"But they drove him out."
"Well, of course they did. They had to
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