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Then again, maybe it wasn't here at all. But if not,
where was it? It had been attached to him since the day
on the old battlefield where he had first met it. How
could it be unattached now? Unless....
Chess snapped his fingers and grinned. He had left his
pouch and his pack at the humans' camp. Maybe it
wasn't him that Zap was attached to, but his belongings.
Maybe it was attached to his pouch! That could explain
the awful wailing the spell had been doing, up on the
mountainside. If it was attached to his pouch and Spell-
binder had been in his pouch... well, he could see how
Zap might have been pretty unhappy about that.
With a grin, Chestal Thicketsway realized that he had
found a solution to a problem. If Zap was attached to his
pouch, all he needed to do was make a new pouch and go
off and leave the old one. Then he'd be rid of the pesky
spell once and for all. He began to think about the mate-
rials he would need for a pouch.
"Hellothere," a voice said. "Isthatyou?"
Chess jumped to his feet, spinning around.
"Up here," the voice said more slowly. "It's me, Bob-
bin. Do you have any raisins I"
Overhead, the wide-winged soarwagon floated, shad-
owy in the light of the two moons. Chess waved, and the
gnome did something to his controls, bringing the ma-
chine lower still
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