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. Two heads appeared at the wicker rail,
silhouettes against bright sky. The one farthest aft cup-
ped his hands and called, "Do you have any raisins yet?"
"Sorry!" Wingover shouted. "Still no raisins, but we
have some other food." He beckoned to Jilian. "Can you
get something together to send up to him?"
She nodded and began opening packs. "Right away."
Wingover shouted aloft, "What do you have to re-
port?"
There was hesitation above, then the gnome replied,
"Chane Feldstone is a famous warrior!" More dimly, they
heard him ask his passenger, "How was that?"
"Perfect," another voice said aloft. "Tell enough people
that, and he'll be really famous in no time at all. Then all
he has to worry about is how to get rich."
"That's a kender," Wingover noted. 'Where in Krynn
did that gnome get a kender?" he asked, not really ex-
pecting an answer. "And what kind of report is that?"
He started to repeat his question, but Jilian Firestoke
had jumped to her feet, dancing with excitement. "Have
you seen Chane Feldstone?" she shouted. "That's who
we're looking for!"
"All I know is, he's famous." Bobbin responded. "Oh,
yes, and we saw danger. If that food is ready, I'll try to let
down a line." Without warning the soarwagon lurched,
nosed upward, and shot away, straight up into the bright
sky
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