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... knees... hands... thighs... nothing is
connected together. Even his head's in two pieces. Wow!"
Wingover had dismounted, and now he, too, stood
and stared.
"I never realized that ogres had two stomachs," Chess
remarked, poking around in the gore of the monster with
a stick.
Chane took Jilian's sword and began to clean it, still
shaking his head. "Were did you learn to use a sword?"
he asked dazedly.
"In Silicia Orebrand's parlor," she said. "It didn't take
much practice. I seem to be a natural. Now aren't you
glad I came looking for you?" She strode to Wingover's
horse, led the animal a few yards away, positioned it be-
side a boulder, and said, "Excuse me for a minute,
please." Dropping its reins, she climbed up on the rock
and began unlashing one of the packs.
Wingover was still gawking at the cloven ogre, but
now he noticed Jilian with his horse, and hurried across.
"What are you doing? Those things are mine."
"Then make yourself useful and convince your animal
to stand still," she said. "He keeps sidling away."
Wingover stilled the horse, caught up its reins, and
scowled across the saddle at the dwarven girl. "Those are
my private things. What are you doing?"
Rummaging deep in the open pack, Jilian drew out a
long garment of stained white linen. It was longer than
she was tall, but by holding it high and turning to the
edge of the rock, she could study it full-length. "This will
do, I suppose," she decided
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