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. Yet every event of the
summer seemed part of a conspiracy to keep Flint from
Long Ridge and the wedding.
Hot and too early the summer had come, drying the
stream beds and cutting hard into their travel time. Near
Gateway one of the few storms of the season sent lightning
lancing from the sky to ignite the tinder-dry forest. Two
weeks on the fire line there, digging trenches to help defend
the town from the burning rage of the forest fire, ate into
their travel schedule. A merchant late for their rendezvous
at Pine Glen, and another customer who never did meet
them at Fawn's Run, left them here in Seven Wells with a
two-day journey to Runne's home in Long Ridge which
must be reached in one.
Now Tas had vanished.
Caramon would have no part of a search around Seven
Wells for Tas. "Who knows where the little ban dit's got off
to now? I'M not spending the cool of the morning looking
for him. He knows where we're bound. Let him catch up."
Raistlin removed himself from the discussion
altogether. Sturm, who decided it might be profitable to
look while the others argued, returned after a time with the
news that Tas was not to be found.
"Right," Flint snapped. "Because he probably took off
in the middle of the night for who knows what foolish
reason
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