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. The entire machine had
climbed up onto its throwing arm, flipped over and
landed on its back. And there it lay to this day, what was
left of it.
Such a long, long time ago. So inconceivably old.
"Ages," something seemed to say.
Chess jumped, then turned full circle again, squinting
into the twilight. "I thought I had left you back there," he
snapped.
"All the ages since the first," the breeze whispered.
"Old. Very old."
"Well, I can see that," the kender agreed. "Are you fol-
lowing me?"
"With you," something whispered.
"Why?"
"By your doing," the voice that was no voice said.
"By my -" Chess strode to where he had set the dwar-
ven sword and picked it up. "Aha!" he said. Then he
raised a puzzled brow and rubbed at his cheek. "Funny,
though. I'd heard that magic doesn't work right in this
valley."
"I don't," something very wistful seemed to say.
It was growing dark, and there was nothing more to
see here, so Chess set the sword on his shoulder and
headed west. The black road should be near now, he de-
cided.
The forest became deeper and more shadowy, and the
kender stopped abruptly, his pointed ears twitching.
Somewhere to his left, things were moving, coming his
way. Among the shadows were darker shadows, big
shadows flowing and bounding toward him on great
padded paws
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