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Kolanda could not see the hidden entrance. No one
could, now. But it was there, and she knew the way to it.
It was that information that had gained her the interim
rank of Commander.
She wished she could see the hidden gate now. It
would feel good, she thought, to see the route by which
she would lead forces to penetrate and conquer the king-
dom of the western dwarves of Ansalon.
It's there, she thought, scanning with her eyes. Just
there... and unknown to those within.
But there was one who posed a threat: a dwarf who
had the means to thwart her plans. He must be de-
stroyed. But where was he? Not here yet, certainly. Back
there somewhere, she realized, but coming this way. But
where? The plains were vast, with no significant feature
except the ruined fortress of Zhaman... now Skullcap.
He would be coming to Skullcap, wouldn't he? Where
else would he seek that which he sought?
Shadowed eyes in a hideous mask roved the slopes of
Sky's End. Up there? Where?
It was time to ask Caliban. She turned away, looking
for one of her hobgoblin marshals. None were near, and
the only goblins within call were stupid brutes -- a dozen
or so greasy swamp goblins good only for carrying packs
and spears, and for combing the field after combat to dis-
patch the wounded. A pair of ogres squatted nearby,
though, two of four that had come south with her force.
The other two had been missing for at least a week
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