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. The kender climbed off the mound and scampered
after him.
The large mound was east of all the rest, and well
apart from them. It was a grotesquely shaped mound of
ice more than a hundred feet long, stretching from north
to south in a shallow curve. Even from a distance, the
shadowy figures inside were visible as dark silhouettes -
a line of armed dwarves in defense position, fighting to
hold off a force twice their strength.
"It looks like a rear-guard action," Chess decided.
"It does to me, too. But what I found is beyond it."
Chane led the way around one end of the long mound,
then part way back along its opposite side. He stopped
and pointed. "See?"
The kender looked, blinked and looked again, then
shrugged. "See what? The end of the ice field? The slope
beyond? That range of peaks?"
"The path," Chane said. "Look. It looks like a faint
green trail, heading east. Can't you see it?"
"I don't see anything like that. Are you sure you -" He
stopped and stared at Chane. "Do you realize that the
red spot on your forehead turned green for a moment?"
Chane raised a tentative hand to touch his forehead.
His eyes widened, then he opened his belt pouch and
took out the Spellbinder. He took a deep breath. "Well,
the gem's still red. I thought for a minute maybe it had
turned green, too
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