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. You see, there it
goes again." He pointed with his hoopak. Ahead, the
black road turned abruptly to the left and disappeared
into forest. "Do you see any reason why we shouldn't
just go straight ahead?"
"I see about a dozen very good reasons," Chane
snapped, counting cats.
"I mean besides them. What do you suppose is ahead
there, that this path doesn't want us to see?"
Chane felt an extended claw graze his boot-top and
skipped away from it, then ducked as a cat on the other
side tried to knock off his head. He spun, lost his bal-
ance, and sprawled, pellets of black gravel sheeting
ahead of him. The cats there dodged aside, retreating.
Chane got to his knees and scraped at the gravel with his
hand. The gravel was spread evenly over a smooth sur-
face, as though it had been swept. It was only inches
deep, with bare dirt below. He gathered a handful of
gravel and tossed it toward a cat. The cat veered aside, as
though panicked.
"They don't like this stuff," Chane muttered. "I think
they're afraid of it."
Chess had come back to watch. "Well, then, that's
easy," he said. "All we need to do is move the road."
"Move it how?" Chanc's brows lowered in disgust.
"I don't know," Chess shrugged. "You're a dwarf.
You're supposed to know about things like moving
gravel
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