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. "I don't know what you're talking about,
and I don't want to go!"
"I think you had better," the wizard said quietly.
"Why?"
"Because of them." The wizard tilted his head to one
side, gesturing."
Chane looked where the man indicated, then sucked in
a whistling breath, grabbed his pack, and ran, barely
aware that the robed man was pacing him alongside. Be-
hind them came a leaping, bounding, slinking flood of
huge black cats.
The wizard was half again as tall as Chane, and when
he lifted his hems and sprinted, he left the dwarf in his
wake. "This way!" he called. "The road curves back, just
ahead!"
Chane ran for all he was worth, but with each step the
cats were closer behind him, their deep, rumbling purrs
mounting like the roll of charging drums. When he felt
their breath warming his back he clasped his hammer in
one hand, his cat-tooth dagger in the other, skidded to a
stop, and spun around. The dwarf crouched and roared
a battle cry. As he faced them, the cats hesitated. Other
cats coming up behind collided with the leaders. In an in-
stant the glade was atumble with clawing, spitting cats,
swatting at one another, sidling and rearing, grappling
and rolling. Chane raised his hammer and started for-
ward, set to wade in among them, but a hand caught him
by the nape, turned him, and shoved
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