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. Above Chess a great black head with feral yel-
low eyes looked down. A big, padded paw with ranked
claws extended and swatted downward, trying to reach
him. The kender pulled himself hand over hand to the
rock face, clung there, released his staff, and thrust it
into another crack farther down. "The bird was right," he
called. "I think I'll try it your way."
Chane let himself down another set of holds, and sud-
denly it was raining gravel again. From above came the
sound of splintering rock, and another yell. The next in-
stant, Chane was knocked from his holds as the kender
landed on him. A tangle of arms and legs, pack, pouch,
and forked staff, the kender and the dwarf thumped onto
the slope at the foot of the cliff and rolled downward,
gathering momentum - a black-and-motley ball heading
for the maze of tumblestone below, leaving a cloud of
dust in its wake. Through the fallen rock they went,
threading this way and that among boulders as the rise
and fall of the slope guided them. They bounded off a
boulder, careened from another, shot through a hole in
the base of two coupled stones, and zoomed off a lower
ledge. Water glinted below, rising to meet them, then
closed over them with a splash
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