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"I think you're right. And I think, too, that whatever knows
we're here will not let us turn back now. It will be dark soon, and
none of us is up to a trip down to that castle at night. We'd best be
going."
"Aye, well, consider this, Tanis: when they attacked her camp,
those phantom raiders seemed to have little interest in Riana. It
was only Daryn and Karel they ghosted away. And there is
something that tells me, too, that they will have small enough
interest in an old dwarf."
Tanis did smile then. "Are you claiming to have The Sight,
Flint?"
"No. I'm remembering her story."
He remembered it all the way down to the valley. Though it
should not have been beyond his skill to find the thin, shale path,
Flint, a hill dwarf who'd spent many years in the Kharolis
Mountains, thought the trail came too easily to hand. He would
not have sworn his oath that it had not been there before. Still, it
had the look of a thing misplaced.
"Like it hasn't been here long," he grumbled to Tanis. "But it
looks old."
"And it's the next best thing to vertical," Tanis said, catching
hold of Riana, who slid on the loose shale. "The sooner we're off
it, the safer our necks will be."
Flint had his doubts. And from the look of barely controlled
fear in her eyes, he thought Riana shared them. Still, she righted
herself with the same hard-eyed purpose that had brought her this
far. Flint felt a new and grudging respect for her
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