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. He rotated slowly as he rose, and suddenly
there was a wickerwork surface before him.
"Climb in," Bobbin ordered. "Then hand me that
wobble-wrench. I have to readjust the nose attitude."
Chess climbed into the basket, found and handed over
a strange-looking tool, then resumed his sightseeing.
"Where are we going?"
"I don't know," the gnome snapped. "How should I
know? I never know where I'm going from one minute to
the next. I spend all my time just trying to get from where
I didn't want to go back to where I shouldn't have been in
the first place. Hand me the washer-pull."
An hour passed, and then another, while the gnome
did things to his controls and the kender passed tools.
Rising mountainscapes crept by below, cliffs and crags,
moonlit steeps and shadowy canyons. Then high peaks
appeared to either side. Finally, another landscape,
which fell away toward a distant wide valley where fires
burned and smoke clung like fog in the lower reaches,
spread below them.
"I'll bet that's where all those goblins are," Chess said.
"I'll bet that's the Vale of Respite."
The gnome paused to look. "Is there danger there?"
"From what I hear, there is."
"Then I'd better tell Wingover about it - ah! There,
now. Here, Chess, you hold these two strings
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