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As Wingover made that hopeful statement, the ap-
proaching green light winked out and there was only
darkness on the stream. Jilian gasped.
And gasped again as her own rosy glow dimmed and
failed.
"We're losing our glow," Jilian said.
Wingover's gold radiance held for a moment more,
then blinked off abruptly. Now they were only huddled
shadows on a dark bridge, highlighted by a glowing
horse and a radiant red wizard. The horse's light
dimmed, lingered for a moment, and was gone.
The dark torrent raged beneath the footbridge, and
now there were specks of light upstream. A blaze of
torches was coming along the bank, on the side they had
left. Wingover pointed. "They were following the kender."
"I think it would be a good idea if you doused your-
self," Jilian Firestoke told Glenshadow. Still the wizard
shone with a bright ruby glow.
"Come on," Chane urged. "Let's get across. They're
coming."
"How about somebody giving me a hand?"
The voice that came from below the bridge was high-
pitched and excited. Chane and Wingover hurried to the
edge and peered down into dark, rushing water. They
quickly stepped across to the other side. Just below,
barely visible, Chestal Thicketsway clung to a hoopak
jammed between bridge pilings.
"Give us some light here," Wingover ordered, pulling
Glenshadow to the edge of the bridge. Ruby glow lit
rushing dark waters and the childlike face, grinning up at
them
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