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. He bounded down a sloping bank toward heavy
growth and tried to slow himself, without much success.
Then directly ahead, something huge and ugly raised
itself and spread wide arms, bracing itself against the
screaming wind. An ogre. Chess even recognized the
huge, grimacing features.
Loam.
At gale speed the kender closed on the brute, his eyes
wide. At the last instant, he thrust out his hoopak,
dropped its butt, and vaulted. A tumbling leap carried
him up and past the creature's crushing hands, almost
high enough to clear its head.
Almost, but not quite. Instead, the kender's feet
smacked the ogre's jutting brow. Chess's free hand
caught a tangle of Loam's hair, and the kender completed
his flip upright, standing on top of the ogre's head.
"I can't wait to tell them about this at Hylo," he mut-
tered. "Of course, they're never going to believe it."
Before the ogre could react, wind hit them like a fist
and Chess was thrown tumbling, into a grove of trees.
He got his feet under him and dodged among the trees,
downslope. Behind him he heard a crash and an angry
roar. Loam had run into a tree.
Among the trees, the wind was diffused a little, and
the kender slowed a bit. But then he was in the open
again, on a broad, shoaling bank with raging flood-
waters beyond. Wind swept down on him, caught him,
and threw him head over heels into the churning mael-
strom.
Tumbling and fighting, the kender bobbed away
downstream
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