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. "A fat lot of good
it does me, now that it's melted."
Jilian scrambled back from the ledge, then turned and
ran, returning with Wingover's horse and a length of
rope from his packs. Working quickly, the girl secured
the rope to the saddle, carried its free end to the ledge,
and leaned over to tie it around Wingover's arm.
With Jilian pulling on its headstall, the horse braced it-
self and hauled. Wingover appeared at the ledge and was
dragged to safety, snatching up his sword as he came.
Then came Chane and finally the kender. Chess had one
hand firmly grasped in the dwarf's fingers; the other held
the pole's loop.
"Remarkable," Bobbin sighed, watching from the limit
of ground effect.
When finally the pole and packs were safe, Chane
Feldstone released his grips on the man's ankle and the
kender's hand. The dwarf stood up, brushed himself off,
and took the pole away from Chess. "Get out of the way,"
he growled.
Angrily, the dwarf reversed the pole and thrust its
butt-loop out toward the gnome's dangling hook, hand
over hand.
Chess watched for a moment, then shook his head.
'That won't work," he said.
"Why not?" Chane kept feeding out the pole.
"Because then I'll lose my supply pole!"
"What do you want it for?"
"Well, it's for sending raisins and cider out to where
Bobbin can get them."
"And when he has the pole, he'll have the supplies,
too," the dwarf rumbled. "Mercy!"
"Oh." Chess backed off, considering the logic of it
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