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. A few slit-mouthed faces
turned upward as the soarwagon passed, and gaped at
the contrivance sailing through the smokes. Something
struck the soarwagon's frame and glanced away. The
basket twanged, and Chess glanced around to find a
bronze dart protruding through the wicker, inches from
his thigh.
"Do you suppose we've seen enough?" he asked Bob-
bin.
A flaming bolt arced upward ahead of them, and the
gnome veered his machine to the right. "If those people
set my wings afire -"
"Those aren't people. Those are goblins."
Another bolt whisked by. Without hesitation, Chess
unslung his hoopak, dug a pebble from his tunic, and
twisted around in the basket to send the stone zinging on
its way. Below and behind them, a goblin howled in
pain.
Bobbin glanced at the hoopak thoughtfully. "I wish I'd
thought to mount something like that on the soarwa-
gon," he said.
The kender shrugged. "It's just a hoopak."
They were past the burning village then, and closing
on the second village, which was little more than glow-
ing sparks wafting from piles of ash. Chess pointed
ahead. "Aha!" he said. "Ogres."
"Where?" Bobbin leaned to look, and the soarwagon
executed a barrel roll at treetop level. The kender clung
to the basket as the gnome worked frantically to get the
contrivance right side up again
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