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Jilian tugged the sleeve of Chane's black fur coat. "Tell
him, Chane. He'll bring it back."
"How do you know he...?" Chane looked around
and paused. "Oh. Well, I suppose you're right. It's just
that humans are so hard to trust."
"Well?" Wingover asked.
"Beyond the bridge is a broken slope, with a trail
winding down through rock outcrop for about half a
mile. The trail is easy to see... or it used to be, any-
way, when I...I mean when Grallen saw it. After you
get out of the breaks, you'll see a few low hills ahead,
and the trail will fork around the first one. Take the left
fork. The right leads to the bog." He paused, and
Wingover nodded.
"Past that hill you'll see two more a mile or so away --
little hills that look alike, with a gap between and the
sundered plains beyond. The right-hand hill is where
Grallen's helm is, with Pathfinder. The hillside faces
Skullcap, and the helm's near the foot of the hill. There's
rubble there, so I guess you'll just have to search through
it."
"What if it's buried or something?"
"It isn't buried. But it's in a dark place with a tall, tilted
opening -- like a crack. Jagged, kind of. And where it is,
it can't see Thorbardin."
"How do you know that?" Wingover asked.
Chane shrugged. "Because it wants to, and it can't. I
don't know. The Irda said the two gems are god-things,
left over from something a god did. Maybe they are in-
terested in whatever that god is concerned about
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