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. Where?"
"I didn't think so," the man said gently. "Look off
across there... across the gorge, over on the face of the
next peak."
Chane looked, his eyes blank. There was a feature
over there, tiny in the distance but somehow familiar.
"What is it?"
"I don't suppose you've ever seen it," Wingover said.
"At least not from this side, but I thought you might
want to know what you're looking at. That's Northgate."
"North... You mean... ?"
"Exactly," the man told him. "That is the Northgate of
Thorbardin."
"But the green line doesn't go there," Chane said. "It
goes east... I think that's east, anyway. Out there,
across those plains. Toward that lone mountain, what-
ever that is."
"Skullcap," Wingover breathed. "The ruins of what
was once the most feared tower of sorcery, Zhaman, lie
there."
Chane sighed. "Then that is where Grallen went. But
the line... it doesn't seem to go all the way. I can't really
see what it does. We have to go on. We have to get
closer."
"We have to rest," Wingover said flatly. He shielded his
eyes, peering ahead. Somewhere near, there should be a
place safe to rest. He squinted, then his eyes widened and
breath hissed through his teeth. On the trail ahead, just
where it wound out of sight, a large, black cat stood,
looking back at them. Even as Wingover saw it, the ani-
mal turned languidly and slunk out of sight.
Chapter 26
"Cats!"
With a visible shudder, Wingover drew his sword,
gripped his shield, and eased past the weakened dwarf
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