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. It was the kender.
Chess reached them and pointed back the way he had
come. 'There are goblins ahead, waiting," he whispered.
"I think they know we're here."
Somewhere behind, there were guttural shouts.
"They've found the dead ones," Wingover said. "If
they didn't know before -- which they probably did --
they certainly know now. How many are ahead?"
"I don't know." Chess shrugged. "A bunch."
"Hold up here," the man hissed, and Chane came for-
ward to see what was happening.
"There's an ambush ahead," Wingover said. "They've
found us, and now they'll close in."
Chane turned to the wizard, who had remained silent
for much of the trek. "Do you have any ideas?"
"I can't rely on magic here," Glenshadow rasped. "Not
with you carrying that crystal."
"Not even a little spell?" Chess suggested. "Just some-
thing innocent, like conjuring fifty or sixty armed fight-
ers to back us, or --"
"Make us invisible," Chane said. "Can you do that?"
"A spell of invisibility? Easily... except for Spell-
binder. I don't know what would happen."
'You had the dwarf put that thing in a hole earlier,"
Wingover said. -How about trying it that way? I saw
your staff glow when he did."
"I'm going back down there to look at those goblins,"
the kender said. "Let me know what you decide." He was
gone before anyone could stop him.
"It might not work," Glenshadow said. "Spellbinder's
power is --"
"We'll try it," Chane decided
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