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. The view held on one
painting and seemed to approach it as the vision magni-
fied: a fighting dwarf in emblazoned armor, leading a
charge of dwarven warriors across a blasted mountain-
scape. Again the vision grew, focusing on the face of the
dwarf in the lead.
Peering closely into the ice, the man studied the fea-
tures of that face - wide, strong dwarven features of a
face that had known power and had known pain; wide-
set, intelligent eyes that had seen much of life and had
cherished most of it; a face chiseled for patience, twisted
now in fury as he led his armies in final assault.
The man studied the features as he had in many view-
ings, then twitched his staff. The view changed again,
back to the black pathway in the Valley of Waykeep.
This time the vision moved close, sighting on the irri-
tated, frowning face of a dwarf in black furs with cat ears
atop his head.
Just as he had studied the face in the painting, the man
at the ice pool now examined the features of the dwarf in
the valley below.
Chapter 3
The blackstone path wound and curved as it
wandered deeper into the Valley of Waykeep. It twisted
and turned oddly, often for no apparent reason. Some-
times it nearly doubled back on itself, so that the trav-
elers found themselves walking southward within easy
reach - sometimes even within sight - of where they had
just passed going northward
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