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. Just
about where those mists begin. That's where Chane Feld-
stone was seen last, if your armsman was right. A mile or
two beyond should be where that valley begins... the
one with the cats."
"Good," the dwarf said happily. "We can be there in
time for lunch."
Wingover started to argue, then stopped. Jilian was
standing, hands on hips, gazing up at him with deter-
mined bright eyes that held not a hint of compromise.
He sighed. "Oh, all right. We'll go to where the valley
begins. You can take a look from there, then we'll circle
and search the ridges. But if we see so much as a cat-
whisker along the way, we turn back."
"I've never met anyone so obsessed with cats," Jilian
scoffed. "I think they're sort of cute."
"You haven't seen these cats," Wingover snapped. He
took up the horse's reins and led off. When they had cov-
ered a mile, the trail pitched steeply downward, dividing
just ahead into two faint trails. One ran straight ahead,
the other branched off to the right. Wingover glanced at
his map.
"That goes to the Vale of Repsite," he said, pointing to
the right-hand path. "Two or three days' travel from
here. If I were your dwarf, that's where I would be."
Probably resting his sore feet in some village over there,
the human thought, but did not say it
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