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. Talking to himself was nothing unusual for Chess.
As a traveler, he was often alone, and even in company
he often preferred to talk to himself. But he didn't recall
ever not being in complete charge of one of his own
conversations.
The younger forest - he thought of it now as After-
burn Woods - rose away before the kender, and he kept
traveling more or less northward, recalling from time to
time that his original purpose - at least the most recent
one - had been to go east across the valley with Chane
Feldstone, to see if the dwarf could find his dream-
helmet.
The forest thickened, then broke away, and the black
road was before him, curving in from the east to wind
northward again. The path almost immediately lost it-
self in the forest as it curved once more, again to the east.
"I wonder what it's trying to stay away from now," the
kender muttered.
"Death and birth," something nearby seemed to say.
Chess spun around. As before, there was no one there.
"Death and birth?" he repeated.
"Birth and death," something almost certainly said.
This time Chess strolled about, squinting as he peered
upward. Maybe the talking bird has come back, he
thought. But there was no sign of it anywhere. Besides, it
had talked - clearly and without mistake
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