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"Geekay has never been afraid of a bridge in his life!"
Wingover shouted. "Or a goblin, either! He's just full of
vinegar from not being exercised."
"Geekay? Is that his name? What does it mean?"
"He named himself. It's Goblin Killer." Wingover
hauled the reins. The horse spun, dug in haunches-
down, and hit the bridge at a full gallop. Wingover's di-
minishing voice came back to them: "Blast it, horse! Not
so fast!"
In seconds the thundering horse had topped out at the
crown of the high-curved span and was out of sight. A
moment later the ring of hooves on stone faded to a dis-
tant clatter, beyond the gorge.
"Well, the bridge is still there," Chestal Thicketsway
decided. "I guess it's safe to cross."
"Of course it's safe," Chane growled. "It's dwarven
work." Picking up his pack, he started up the bridge, the
others following after him.
"If a gnome can fly," the kender muttered, "then I guess
a dwarf might miscalculate rocks and things from time to
time."
* * * * *
By the time Wingover got the bridge-spooked horse
under tight rein, they were through the breaks and into
rolling, open country. Holding Geekay to a steady trot,
the wilderness man scanned the lands ahead. A few low
hills lay ahead, about a half-mile away, just as Chane
had said
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