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. The figure
carried a light footman's lance or javelin, as well;
Wingover could not tell which.
The helmet was multiply horned, and bore a strange
and unique mask that was fashioned to resemble an ani-
mal's face, but like no animal Wingover had ever seen.
As he looked, the figure halted, raised a hand to halt
the goblins following, and turned. The hideous mask
turned to watch a pebble bound across the path, then
looked up - directly at Wingover.
With a shock, he realized that the being below saw him
clearly, that the shadowed eyes behind the grotesque
horned-lizard mask were staring at him intently, as
though his spyglass worked both ways. Wingover low-
ered the glass and edged back, away from the ledge,
making the girl retreat with him.
"What is it?" Jilian whispered. "Who are those
people?"
Garon came and knelt beside him, leaning out just
once for a glance down at the lower path. "Goblins?"
Wingover nodded. "And someone else leading them.
Someone taller. We had better be on our way."
The elf glanced down again. "Out of sight now," he
said. "Did they see us?"
"The leader did. But it would take a day to get from
there to here. That leader... I've never seen a face-plate
designed like that."
"Describe it," the elf said.
Wingover described it, and the elf listened in thought-
ful silence, then nodded
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