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... a metal hook, attached to a
rope. He dropped his hoopak and grabbed the rope. Af-
ter throwing it around the ogre's massive ankle, the ken-
der set the hook to the rope in one motion. Finally, Chess
straightened and pulled down on the rope as hard as he
could.
Overhead, the soarwagon's sensitive vanes reacted to
the tug. They instantly realigned themselves, and the
craft nosed up, seeking the sky.
Loam's club descended as his feet went out from under
him. The blow rang against stone a foot from Chane's
head, and the dwarf looked up, trying to see clearly. Just
above the bridge, a flailing ogre dangled upside down
from Bobbin's supply line, while overhead the soarwa-
gon shivered and trembled, fighting for altitude. The
gnome's voice was a screech: "Get that creature off my
line! He's too heavy!"
Chestal Thicketsway picked up his hoopak and dug
into his pouch desperately. The only thing that came to
hand was a small glass ball, something he had picked up
on the old, frozen battlefield in the Valley of Waykeep.
He set it in the hoopak's sling-pocket and sighted at the
hook holding the rope to the ogre's ankle. "Maybe I can
shoot him loose," he called reassuringly.
The glass ball flew, ricocheted off Loam's foot, and
zoomed upward to imbed itself in the wicker of Bobbin's
cab
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