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. "I'll bet he never saw anything like this."
At the thought of Chane Feldstone, Chess looked back
the way he had come. The dwarf had said something
about wanting a sword. Chess snooped for a while
longer, then decided there was nothing to see here that
was more unusual than what he had already seen. He
went back to where he had left the dwarven sword,
hoisted it on his shoulder, and started back, more or less
retracing his steps. Chess had in mind to leave the sword
somewhere that the dwarf would be likely to pass - if he
came north at all - so he decided he would retrace his
steps to the black road.
"So long," something seemed to say.
Chess turned, looking all around, yet no longer ex-
pecting to see someone. "Oh, yes," he said. "So long to
you, too."
The silence seemed puzzled and suddenly very sad.
"So very long," it seemed to say.
Chess didn't know what to say to that, so he said noth-
ing and went on his way. The sun sank below the valley's
west wall, and the forest became a shadowy place. Here
and there, little mists formed above the leaf mold to drift
vague tendrils among the trees. Chess wandered, paus-
ing to look at a bright stone, a bird's nest, a scattering of
bones where some predator had fed. Whatever caught
his eye, he inspected
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