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"Well, there is that."
Using the supply pack as a counterweight, Chane fed
the pole out and neatly dropped its loop over Bobbin's
hook. The gnome began to winch in his line, and the
pack slid off the ledge and fell. The heavy bundle of sup-
plies swung at pole's end, making the soarwagon dance
in its hover. The contraption held for a moment, then
sensitive vanes reacted to the shifting currents and it
soared away over the gorge, circling and climbing as
Bobbin's angry voice trailed away.
"You're welcome!" Chess shouted, watching soarwa-
gon, rope, supply pole, and raisin-and-cider pack dimin-
ish into the distance.
"At least he has provisions," Jilian pointed out. "I'm
sure he was getting hungry."
Chapter 28
Hiqh ox a chill slope, where whining winds
drove scudding clouds below and whipped snow from
peaks above, the wizard Glenshadow knelt beside a pool
of ice. The hooded face looking up at him was grim.
"Only a few days ago you were within an arrow-shot of
the Dark One, Wanderer. Did you see him?"
"I saw something," Glenshadow replied. "The warrior-
woman lifted something from beneath her breastplate.
Something small and dark, it seemed, like an amulet."
"It was the Dark One," the face told him. "You could
have killed him then... or he you."
Glenshadow shook his head. "His magic would no
more work for him than mine for me," he said. "Not in
the presence of Spellbinder."
"The dwarf still carries the stone, then," the voice mut-
tered
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