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." Horld settled back, ap-
parently satisfied with the answer.
Basalt saw that the others were looking to him for leader-
ship now. Horld had always been one of the more promi-
nent of the younger generation in Hillhome. In some ways
he'd been sort of a bully, and Basalt usually tried to avoid
him. Now here he was, asking Basalt's opinions.
"Couldn't you use that ring to go there, find out for sure?"
asked Turq, gesturing to the intertwined steel bands on Ba-
salt's finger.
Basalt shook his head. "Magic is strange, I guess. I can
only use the ring to go places that I've seen and can picture
in my mind. I don't know where the derro stop is; they
might take shelter anywhere in a cave or the forest." He
shrugged helplessly.
The heavily breathing Grayhoof lumbered through the
saddle between two looming hills that marked the summit
of the Passroad; it would be downhill from here to the sea.
"Giddap, now, boy! Run for it!" Hildy cried.
Sensing the lightening of his burden, the horse broke into
an easy trot. The wagon rumbled and jounced behind, and
in places Hildy had to rein Grayhoof in a bit just to keep the
wagon from hurrying the horse
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