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"Then that's where we must go," Jilian said. "Is it very
far?"
"Not far," the man said. "A day from here, maybe. But
that isn't where we're going."
"Why not?"
"Because of the cats. Look, Button, I said I'd help you
find that X. But if your dwarf went there, we might as
well just turn back."
"But if that's where Chane went, then that's where we
must go. You promised, you know."
"How many times do I have to tell you, I promised no
such thing?" He stood and put his map away, handing Ji-
lian's back to her. "You know, your father probably has
people out looking for you by now... or does he even
know you're gone?"
"He knows I've gone to look for Chane," Jilian
snapped. "I told him I was going to."
"And he didn't stop you? Somehow I can't imagine
that, unless -" He looked down at the wide, pretty face,
a suspicion dawning. "Where does he think you are look-
ing?"
Jilian looked at her feet. "All over Thorbardin, I sup-
pose. I didn't tell him I had talked to his ruffian."
"Ye gods," Wingover breathed. "And Rogar Gold-
buckle?"
"Well... I told him that I had told my father I was go-
ing to look for Chane Feldstone, and that my father said,
'Go right ahead. Look all you want to.' I suppose he
might have taken that to mean that it was all right for me
go to outside
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