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. Then he circled it again and stopped to look again,
in a different place. "There's no clear trail," he said fi-
nally. "He might have gone anywhere from here. But he
wasn't alone. There were others with him - at least one,
maybe more. One was a human, about my size."
She blinked up at him. "How do you know that?"
"The same way you know this thing is Chane's ham-
mer, I guess. I know what to look for. It's called reading
signs."
"Outside certainly is different from Thorbardin," Jilian
observed. "In Thorbardin, signs are written on planks or
linen and hung on walls for people to see. They say
things like, 'Trespassers Will Be Mutilated,' or 'Gorlum's
Friendly Furs,' or 'No Aghar Allowed.' "
"Those are signs," the man said. "This is a sign... in
this case, footprints. But they've been here a while, so I
can't tell where the trail leads from here."
"Then let's keep going the way we were going and see
what else we can find," Jilian decided.
He shrugged and stepped toward the horse. "Come on,
then. 111 help you up onto Geekay," Wingover said. "I'll
walk and lead for a while. Maybe I can pick up a trail."
"I'll walk, too," the dwarf said, backing away a step.
"I've had enough riding for a while."
"Geekay doesn't mind," he told her. "Ride if you like."
"He may not, but I do
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