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. "Jilian, I think your father
was right. I don't deserve you. But he was wrong, too.
He was wrong in... deciding he could decide. It is for
you to decide, Jilian..."
Chane's voice trailed off, and quickly he was asleep. Ji-
lian covered him gently with a wrap from her own pack,
and when she looked up her eyes were moist. "He's so
tired," she said.
Wingover knelt beside the dwarf and touched a palm
to the sweating forehead. Then he stood, nodding. "It
was the goblin dart. It has sickened him. He needs rest."
To Jilian he added, "Chane will be all right. If the wound
were going to kill him, it would have before now."
Leaving Jilian hovering over the sleeping dwarf,
Wingover walked to where the wizard stood, looking
eastward. The mage raised his hand and pointed.
Far out in the distance, where the slopes ended and a
flatter land began, there was movement. Wingover and
Glenshadow were too far away to be sure, but they sus-
pected who was there. The Commander of Goblins was
ahead of them, and with her was her army.
"They know we're here," Wingover growled. "But if
they didn't follow us, how did they find us"?"
Maybe they don't know exactly where we are," the
bison-robed wizard offered, lowering his hand. "But
they know which way we were going. And they know
why."
"The mage?" Wingover muttered. "The one who died,
but didn't?"
Glenshadow only nodded.
A flash of white in the distance flickered above the
gorge where the path bent around the mountain slope
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