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. Chess is over
there, by the ledge, rigging a pole so we can feed the
gnome when he shows up again... if he shows up
again."
Chane looked at Jilian, his eyes softening. "How long
has she been sitting here?" Carefully, he eased her down
into a sleeping position, still holding her hand. Then he
freed himself and stood.
"She hasn't been away from your side for more than a
few minutes since we got here," the man said. "But if
you're ready, we need to talk about where we go from
here. Those troops are ahead of us, out there on that
plain. They're waiting for us."
"Maybe it wasn't all a dream, then," Chane muttered.
"I dreamed the soldiers were there, waiting across a rav-
aged plain, where the stump of a melted peak rises. A
peak that looks like a giant death's-head."
"It's called Skullcap," Wingover said. "Have you seen
it?"
"No, but now I have. We -- in the dream -- we came
around the mountain and stopped here. This very place.
The air was clear, and in the distance we could see the
spire of Zhaman, about ten miles away on the steppes of
Dergoth. It was so clear. It glittered in the sunlight, a
high, fortified tower standing alone out there, beyond
where our army was gathered... and theirs.
"There were fourteen of us here on the mountainside.
Derek was here, and Carn and Hodar, and old Callan
Rockreave... old Callan." Chane's voice broke, then
steadied. "He was my father's most stalwart friend, al-
ways at my side as he had pledged to the king
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