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. The soarwagon rocked, bucked, and
settled into position again, twenty feet above them. Bob-
bin peered down, his gnome-face ridged with irritation.
"I don't mind looking around," he said. "It isn't as
though I had anything better to do right now."
Chapter 13
"I'll bet you never saw anything like this before,"
Chestal Thicketsway said happily, turning full circle to
scan the breadth of the ice field with its jumbled, vague
shapes, frozen in combat. "Just look at this! Didn't I tell
you? Bumps! Ice-bumps, everywhere you look. And in-
side every bump are frozen dwarves... still fighting,
except they don't move any more."
Chane Feldstone didn't answer. With haunted eyes he
looked around, needing to see what was here but not
wanting to. To one raised in the sheltered delves of Thor-
bardin, the Dwarfgate Wars were just old legend -
stories of the defense of Thorbardin's gates in a time of
great crisis, tales of heroes who had manned the gates
and the pathways beyond, who had fought at King Dun-
can's order so that Thorbardin could live.
These are some of them, Chane thought, approaching
a great, jumbled mound of ice rising from the ice field - a
chaotic feature, like a miniature mountain range twice
his height and fifty to a hundred feet across in any direc-
tion
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