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. It
wasn't bright, but the flash was enough to catch
Wingover's eyes. He turned. "It's that gnome," he
growled, pointing. 'Where has he been, anyway ?"
The soarwagon neared the mountainside, skimmed
away, and did a wide turn. As the gnomish contraption
came about for another approach, Jilian Firestoke waved
and Chestal Thicketsway ran to the ledge to watch.
"Tell him to come in and lower his line," the kender
said. "Tell him we have raisins. And cider."
The flying thing approached carefully this time, fi-
nally hovering on updrafts just above the cove. The
gnome in the wicker seat leaned out and waved. "Hello!"
he called. "Do you remember me? I'm Bobbin."
"I remember you!" Wingover shouted. "What news do
you have?"
"About what?... Ah, yes! You're the one who's look-
ing for cats. Well, I saw some, up the mountain from
where you are. But they're going the other way."
Wingover scowled. "We know about the cats! Any-
thing else?"
"Well, I saw a dragon. A big, red one. He weighs
nearly three tons and had flown five hundred miles." The
gnome frowned. "He wasn't very friendly."
"A dragon?" The kender danced about in his excite-
ment. "A real dragon? Where?"
Wingover shook his head in disgust. There was no tell-
ing what the gnome had actually seen... if anything.
Part IV
GRALLEN'S HELM
Chapter 27
Solinari and Lunitari had set hours ago. Beside a
small fire, set far back in a mountain cove, Chane Feld-
stone lay in peaceful sleep for the first time in several
days
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