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."
Nearby, the wizard Glenshadow sat on a rock, listen-
ing. At Wingover's statement, he shook his head slowly,
but said nothing.
Jilian glared at the man. 'You made a debt of service.
Do you intend to break your pledge?"
Wingover frowned. "I intend to keep it. I just told you
that."
"Well, then, you'll have to wait a while longer because
Chane has to find Grallen's helm. It's his destiny."
The man stared at the dwarven girl, then at the
bearded young dwarf behind her. Two of a kind, he
thought. Each one more stubborn than the other. He
turned to Glenshadow, sitting on his rock. 'You talk to
them," he said.
"What about?" the wizard asked, his voice hardly
more than a whisper. "She's right. Chane does have a
destiny. And as I said, you have no choice in the matter."
'%fell, as I said, I make my own choices," Wingover
growled. "East across this ridge is a valley swarming with
hostiles. A person would have to be crazy to go there."
Jilian stepped back and took Chane's hand in hers.
"Then I release you from your pledge," she told the man.
"We will go on without you, and you owe us nothing
more. Good-bye."
Geekay tossed his head, broke his reins free from
Wingover's grip, and pranced a few steps up the path,
past the glowering dwarves. He stood there, facing up-
ward and away, snorting and pawing at the rock path.
"You, too?" Wingover snapped. He pointed a stern fin-
ger at Chane. "You're going to get everyone killed," he
warned
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