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. 'You call this invisible?" The
kender's exasperated cry echoed ahead of him. He skid-
ded to a stop. "Wow! You look like lanterns with legs!" he
said, pointing back down the gully. "They'll be here in a
minute. They're yours to play with. I'll go see if I can find
some others."
Like a small, green torch, Chess bounded to the wall of
the gully, up it to the top, and away across open land.
Shouts of pursuit came from where he had gone.
The sprinkling rain that had started moments before
had eased, but now, abruptly, it came again, a soaking
curtain of rain with winds behind it. High lightnings
danced, and thunder rolled.
"Now that's more like it," Wingover snapped at the
wizard. "Come on, we have to get out of this gully. Here,
I'll take the horse. Where's Chane? Chane?"
"I'm right here beside you," the dwarf said. "Go on, Ji-
lian. I'm right behind you."
Of them all, only Chane was not aglow. He had never
released his grip on Spellbinder.
The rain came harder, a blinding, driving downpour
that began to fill the gully as they climbed to its high
bank. Through the noise of the storm, Chane and the
others heard the voices of goblins coming up the cut,
then the sounds of splashing in water and mud.
Clouds had rolled in above the lingering smoke, hid-
ing the dim moons. The rain doused the goblins' fires.
Within moments, the only light in the valley was the
bright glows from the heroes themselves
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