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. "Camping here would be like trying to
sleep in a tunnelwagon turnaround. Rust, but the traffic
is heavy."
They trudged along the ledge, away from the path,
rounded a sheer bend, and saw a rubble-slope ahead. Af-
ter testing it, Chane began to climb. The kender fol-
lowed, carrying his goose. The bird was almost as big as
he was.
They were climbing by moonlight when they reached
a quiet swale higher up - well beyond and above the
noisy switchback with its stampeding animals. "This will
do," Chane said. "I'll make a cookfire back there, behind
that outcrop. You can cook the goose."
"Did you get some snowberries?" Chess asked hope-
fully.
"I haven't had a chance. We'll do without."
By the time the goose was roasted, both the white
moon and the red stood above the peaks, giving their di-
chromatic glow to the steep slopes and the forest-tops of
the distant valley. The two ate in silence, except for occa-
sional outbursts of commentary and chatter by the ken-
der, most of which Chane Feldstone chose to ignore. The
dwarf sat deep in thought, occasionally rubbing his fore-
head, which tingled when the light of the red moon
touched it. A secret way into Thorbardin, and Grallen
had learned of it. Like a third gate, he thought. One that
nobody knew about
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