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. Beneath their feet, the pile of stones rum-
bled and quaked, and a trilling bellow emerged from var-
ious crevices.
"I think he's ticklish," Chess observed.
"I think we should get out of here before he really be-
comes irritated," Chane said. Thoughtfully, he reached
into his pack and touched the hard, warm facets of Spell-
binder. Instantly the faint, green guideline was there,
leading up the switchback trail, heading for the pass high
above. Yet the kender said there were more ogres up
there, and maybe goblins, as well. Chane realized that he
had never seen a goblin either. He didn't relish the idea of
meeting some of them just now, though. The ordeal with
the ogre had left him shaken.
'maybe the thing to do," he told himself, "is to go after
those people who were running down the path and find
out what they know about what's waiting above."
Chess looked around, frowning. "Don't you want to
see for yourself? I do."
"I'd just as soon know what I'm getting myself into be-
fore I get into it," Chane decided aloud. "I'm going to talk
to some of those people. You can go on up there if you
want to."
"Good idea," something soundless seemed to say. "Let's
go."
"Hush, Zap," the kender said. "I know what you're try-
ing to do."
"Misery," the spell mourned
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