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"And what god is that?" Wingover said with a frown.
"Assuming, of course, that there really are gods. I'm not
sure I believe any of that."
"I don't know if I do, either," the dwarf admitted. "But
the Irda did. And Reorx is the highest of the gods... if
there are any."
"Reorx? Wingover scoffed. What about Gilean?
And Paladine, and Kiri-Jolith? Reorx isn't any higher
than them!"
"Who?"
"Gilean."
The dwarf nodded. "He's all right, I suppose. I meant
Reorx was greater than those other two you named. I've
never even heard of them."
"You never heard of Paladine? He's the highest-
ranking of --"
"He means Thak and Kijo," Chess butted in, grinning.
"A lot of people call them Paladine and Kiri-Jolith."
They both looked at the kender. Chane frowned and
snapped, "What are you grinning about?"
"Oh, I was just thinking, for two people who don't be-
lieve there are gods, you both certainly have your favor-
ites."
"And how do you know so much about it?"
"I listen a lot."
"Pure superstition, anyway," Wingover snorted,
straightening in his saddle. He looked at the rising stone
bridge ahead and lifted his reins.
"I'll be back," he said. "Just hold the bridge for me if
trouble comes."
He touched heels to the horse and trotted it to the foot
of the stone bridge. The horse abruptly turned tail and
tried to throw him off. He clung, cursing, and finally got
the animal under control.
"Maybe he's afraid of the bridge," Chane suggested
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