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. "Forgive, Commander."
"Assemble your patrol, Thog. Or what's left of it.
We're going back to Respite. The valley should be re-
duced by now, and there are things to do. Bring the elf,
but first cut the tendons in his legs. Then he won't run
away. When we rejoin, put him to work tending one of
the carts."
She turned away, cold and angry. No elf would ever
make a worthwhile slave, but this one would live long
enough to serve her. He had killed nearly half of her pa-
trol before they brought him down.
Chapter 15
As the sunset shadows op Westwall climbed the
slopes of the ridge above the Valley of Waykeep, Chane
Feldstone cut a final hold in a rock cliff, pulled himself up
and over the lip of a ledge, and gawked at the kender sit-
ting there idly, waiting for him. The sound he had been
hearing for the past half-hour, virtually since he had be-
gun to ascend the sheer cliff, was louder and nearer
now - a wailing, keening, heart-rending song of misery
with no apparent source.
"You always do everything the hard way," Chestal
Thicketsway chided him. "I guess it's just the nature of
dwarves, to tackle everything headlong no matter how
difficult it is. Do you suppose you just can't help being
that way?"
"How did you get up here?" the dwarf puffed
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