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. "Find anything
yet?" Chess asked.
"More of the same. I don't know what I'm supposed to
find. I almost wish that wizard had stayed around.
Maybe he would have had an idea."
"If he had, it seems like he'd have mentioned it."
"Did he say anything about where he was going!"
"Up on a mountain. Said he couldn't see down here.
He didn't say which mountain, though." The kender
shaded his eyes, gazing into the distance. "What do you
suppose that is?"
Chane looked up, saw where the kender was pointing,
and gazed in that direction. "I don't see anything."
"I don't either, now. But I thought I saw a big white
bird." Chess squinted, then cocked his head. "There it is
again. See? Way off there to the north. I wonder what
that is."
Chane saw it too, then - a white, winged shape gliding
over the forest, miles away. It looked vaguely like a giant
seagull. "I don't know," he said. "But whatever it is, it's
not what I'm looking for." He stood, glanced around,
then headed east again, toward a very large mound of ice
some distance away from any others.
Chess watched the distant white thing for a few min-
utes, then tired of that. He couldn't tell what it was, and
it didn't show any sign of coming close enough for a bet-
ter look. He climbed one of the mounds - beneath his
feet, vague dwarf-shapes did perpetual, motionless
battle - and looked around
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