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. Now she made a point of
ignoring him, which, for his part, Wingover liked better.
Soon, though, she asked, "Do you mind if I tell you
one other thing?"
"I knew it was too good to last," he said. "What?"
She pointed. 'The gnome is coming back."
He saw it, then - the gliding, erratic flight of the
gnome's machine, coming toward them, low over the
valley's forested floor.
"It's about time," Wingover snorted.
The white kite came closer, rising as it neared the
climbing slope, seeming to shoot upward on wind cur-
rents until it was a tiny thing far overhead. Then it
dipped its wing and began the wide circling that they had
seen before. It seemed that, once up, the only way the
gnome could come down again was by this tedious pro-
cedure.
The soarwagon circled and descended, circled and de-
scended, and finally crept to a halt hovering just a few
yards up - but in the wrong place. It was a quarter of a
mile from them, above a jagged cliff where the valley's
west wall began.
"What is he doing?" Wingover growled. "Why doesn't
he come over here?"
"He's probably trying to," Jilian said. "I don't think his
machine really works all that well."
"It's a wonder it works at all," Wingover pointed out.
For a moment, the soarwagon hovered where it was
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