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Wingover blinked, realizing for the first time that the
flying craft no longer had its delicate silver-wire wheels.
"What did you do with your wheels?"
"While I was in the northwest, I found some people --
elves, I think -- with raisins. I traded them my wheels for
a half-bushel of raisins. Fat lot of good wheels do me up
here, anyway."
"Take a look at this," Chane handed the goblin-dart to
Wingover.
The man looked at the object closely. It was a slim
bolt, about eighteen inches long, with a broad, sharp
head and airfoils of shaved wood. Darts were a favorite
weapon of goblins, and they often fired them from short,
stiff crossbows. Wingover started to shrug, then looked
more closely. "This isn't sand-cast," he said. "It looks as
though it has been forged, or turned on a wheel." He
handed the dart to Glenshadow.
"Not goblin work," the wizard judged.
"Well, it was a goblin that flung it at me," Bobbin
called down.
"I'd like to see a few more of these," Chane said. "If I
could compare some of them, I'd know whether they
were forge-turned or ground on a cold lathe."
Chestal Thicketsway snapped his fingers and opened
his large pack. "Like these?" He drew out two more
goblin-bolts.
"Where did you get those?"
"The other night, when I was flying with Bobbin, these
came along. I'd forgotten that I had them." He dug deeper
into his pack, lifting out various other things one by one,
to look at them
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