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. Vivid memories
of THE war still lingered in his aged brain, the war which
had forced the mountain dwarves from their traditional
homes.
"Well, as I was saying," he continued, "Dalamar's been
wandering around in the west ever since they threw him out
of this Sylvanesti place. He said he had to take some kind
of 'test' at Wayreth to be a wizard, and it made him sick. I
asked him if his stomach hurt, but he just said I wouldn't
understand if he told me. He was up at Solace when a
Seeker priest tried to kill him. So he made this raft and
sneaked away on the river just before they came to bum
him as a witch."
"Are they after him now?" Martin demanded quick ly.
Digfel had been free of the Seeker insanity, and he hoped
that Lodston's refugee would not attract the zealous witch-
hunters to this rough but quiet comer of Krynn.
"You got me there," Lodston replied. "I think they lost
his trail during the storm that wrecked his raft. Nobody'd
ever believe that he could have drifted this far downstream,
all the way through the Qualinesti woods. I told him I'd
hide him from them maniacs till he was well enough to take
care of himself. He didn't thank me or anything, just rolled
over and went to sleep
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