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. "Wthat's wrong
with your wizard? He looks like he's seen a ghost."
"I don't know what's wrong with him." Chane busied
himself, slicing a strip of cathide from his cape to make a
belt for the sword. "He said he saw an event."
"Well, I've seen a few of those." The kender nodded.
"But I try not to let them bother me. Pretty good sword,
huh?"
"A fine sword," the dwarf agreed. 'Thank you. Where
did you get it?"
"I found an old battlefield, over east of here. There's a
lot of good stuff just lying around. And frozen dwarves
all over the place, too. Probably nobody you know,
though. They've been there a long time. Maybe the ghost
is a dwarven ghost. I've never met any sort of ghost be-
fore, so I don't know. But if he bothers you, just ignore
him."
As one coming out of a trance, the wizard Glensha-
dow shook himself and lowered his staff. He stepped
close to them, leaned down, and squinted at Chane's
sword, then turned to the kender. "Not a ghost," he said,
in a voice that was like winter. "And not fixed to the
sword, either. It follows you, Chestal Thicketsway."
The kender blinked. "What does?"
'You picked up more than a sword on that battlefield,
kender. You picked up an unexploded spell."
Before Chess could respond, Chane pointed down the
path. "The cats are gone," he said
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