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. Some say it has al-
ready begun. Invasion. War. The worst of imaginings."
Chane stopped, staring up at the man. "When?"
"Soon," the wizard said. "Some say within five years.
Some say within the year."
"But... why?"
"I think there will be further omens," Glenshadow said
softly, his voice as chill as a winter's night. "Then, per-
haps, we will know."
Ahead of them, the path approached what might have
been a huge, open gate in a great wall, except that what-
ever gate might once have been there was long since
gone. All that remained was a ragged cleft in a long, high
structure of broken stone which ran off to left and right
into moon-shadowed distance. An ancient wall, sun-
dered here and there to rubble. Near the wall, just off the
dark path, was a separate mound of rubble that looked
familiar. It was like the mound they had found back in
the forest - a clutter of what might once have been vari-
ous things all connected together, with stumps and odd
shapes protruding from it.
"Another gnome machine?" Chess wondered. "What
do you suppose it was for."
"Old," the wizard nodded.
"Very old," something unseen seemed to agree.
"A siege engine," Glenshadow said. "They kept build-
ing them until they got through the wall."
"Who did?"
"Gnomes. Who else?"
"What did they want?"
"What Gargath had
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