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. "I
think we can -"
A crosswind fluttered the box-kite nose of the contriv-
ance, and it veered aside, then nosed up and headed for
the sky again, straight up and gaining speed. "Oh, no.
Link failure!" the gnome cursed.
Chapter 18
"This is Chane's," Jilian stated, turning the rough
hammer over in her hands. "I'm positive it is."
It was a crude tool, obviously wrought by someone
who had almost nothing to work with. Wingover
crouched beside the primitive stone forge and brushed
his hand across the cold ashes in its firepit, then turned
his attention to a mudstone thing beside it, puzzling over
what it might be. A piece of rock - tough, flaky mud-
stone that had been shaped into a rough oval with a flat
top - its sides were bound with sapling withes.
Wingover glanced at the firepit forge again, then realized
that the mudstone thing, bound as it was atop a fallen
log, had served as an anvil. A contrivance beside the
forge might have served as a bellows. Flakes of stone
fallen around the makeshift anvil indicated that someone
had done something here recently.
"Interesting," the man muttered. "Whoever was here
certainly made do with what was at hand. But how can
you be sure it was Chane?"
"He made this hammer," Jilian said cheerfully. "See, it
has his mark on it. CF. Just like on his nickeliron dagger
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