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The crystal was still red, but something seemed to
pulse dimly, deep within the stone. With each pulse the
faint green trace of an ancient trail renewed itself to
Chane's eyes.
"It's showing me where Grallen went from here," the
dwarf said. "He went east."
"Where Pathfinder went," something voiceless
whined.
Chane jumped. "I don't think I'll ever get used to that.
What did it say?"
"It said, 'where Pathfinder went,' " Chess repeated.
"Zap, what are you talking about?"
Where nothing was, something sighed. "Spellbinder's
other," the unfired spell whispered.
Chapter 14
High on a Mountain slope, where biting winds
came down from the snows, Glenshadow the Wanderer
paused in his climbing to inspect the head of his sorcerer's
staff. No longer chalky, it was again a cold, flawless
stone of swirling transparencies.
The wizard pulled his collar tighter against the chill
and raised the staff a foot or so. He muttered a word, and
the stone burst into cold, bright light. He nodded,
doused it with a word, and looked around. Some dis-
tance away, a large, serrated stone lay against a jagged
cliff, half-buried in wind-blown snow. He raised the
staff, pointed it at the stone, and uttered other words. A
tight beam of silver light shot from the gem and struck
the boulder, which exploded into shards, some of them
bounding away down the mountainside
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