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. You are
to find Grallen's helm and take up Grallen's quest. You
are to seal Thorbardin's lost gate."
The kender smiled, his bright eyes gleaming with ex-
citement. "Wow," he breathed. "I'm really glad I came
along."
Chane simply stared at the Irda, at a loss for words. Fi-
nally he asked the only question he could think to ask:
"Why me?"
Glenshadow tried to speak, rubbed his throat and
tried again. "You..." the wizard croaked. He coughed,
scowled, and tried to clear his throat. In a hoarse voice
just above a whisper he said, "Because you are Grallen's
kin, Chane Feldstone. You are the last of the line of Dun-
can, King of Thorbardin."
Chapter 8
"Zap," said Chestal Thicketsway, as much to break
the silence as for any other reason. Almost a minute had
passed since Glenshadow's pronouncement, and nobody
had said or done anything since. The three creatures
around the kender seemed frozen in place - the dwarf
standing stunned, trying to understand what he had just
been told; the Irda remote and infinitely patient, wait-
ing; the wizard bleak-eyed and gloomy as though he had
spoken the prophecy of his own doom.
When none of them reacted to his word, Chess
shrugged and prowled about the little building's interior,
looking for anything that might be interesting
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