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"It's a nice pole, and you might want to send over some
more raisins some time. Why don't you keep it?"
Chess smiled. "All right. Let it down, and I'll keep it."
"Not here," Bobbin said. "I'm afraid to get too close to
that bridge. But I can let it down just past those towers."
The soarwagon edged upward, dipped, and soared
out over the gorge in a wide circle. It settled to a hover
again just past the foot of the bridge.
"I'll go get the pole," the kender said.
Bobbin began lowering the horizontal pole, working
his winch, then paused, looking toward the breaks. He
cupped his hands and shouted, "Did you know there are
goblins here?"
In the instant the gnome took his hand from the winch,
the pole dropped free. In that same instant a company of
armed goblins surged out of hiding just beyond the
bridge abutments and charged.
The pole and the lead hobgoblin arrived at the gap be-
tween the pillars at exactly the same time. The creature's
midsection hit the pole, jamming it against the pillars,
and he flipped over it and fell. Several goblins fell over
him, and others over them; the pole splintered, and Bob-
bin's line broke free. The soarwagon bobbed skyward as
Chestal Thicketsway turned and ran, back up the rise of
the bridge.
"Goblins!" Chess shouted needlessly, for the sprawl-
ing, shouting mass of creatures behind him would have
been difficult to overlook
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