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." He looked toward where Jilian slept beside
the fire. "I'd like to see her safely home, you know. But
home will never be safe, for her or anyone, unless I do
what Grallen intended. The secret has already been
sold."
"Sold?"
"Yes, according to the dream. A human has learned of
the hidden way, and traded knowledge for power. There
was a voice in the dream that told me that. It was as
though Spellbinder itself spoke to me... right here, on
my forehead."
"If you've seen Grallen --" The man rubbed his whis-
kers thoughtfully "-- then you know why he was here on
Sky's End. I've wondered about that. I've heard the tale,
you know, from Rogar Goldbuckle and others. But they
said that Grallen and his army went north, from
Northgate, and across the Plains of Dergoth to meet Fis-
tandantilus in the final battle. What was he doing over
here, so far west?"
Chane nodded. "His army went north and awaited the
archmage on the plains. But I... Grallen, I mean, and a
small force went west first, to unite the skirmishers of
Coal Delvish and the border guards under Melden Cop-
pershield. Grallen had word from the king's spies that a
massed army of hill dwarves was preparing to march
from southern Abanasinia. They had to be stopped.
Otherwise the mountain dwarf army at Dergoth would
have been caught between two enemies.
"Somehow Fistandantilus was there, at Waykeep, and
joined the battle, casting spells of fire and ice
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