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Dragonlance -- Dan Parkinson - The Gates Of Thorbardin
Atec Март 01 2008 15:03:31
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"Where is he?" she managed to say.
"Your father? I don't know. I haven't seen him. Oh,
you mean Chane? He's out there a few miles... kind of
that direction... camping with a bunch of refugees
from the Vale of Respite. I'll bet you won't even recog-
nize him in his new suit. Does he know you're coming?
He didn't mention that to me."
Wingover hurried to them and glanced at Chess. "A
kender," he muttered. Throwing back his head, he
shouted at the gnome above. "What was that about dan-
ger? What kind of danger?"
"Ask him!" Bobbin shouted back. "He knows more
about it than I do. I don't suppose you have a number
eleven sprocket on you, do you? I think I'll try to modify
the trim-bracing to see if that will - oh, gearslip! Here it
goes again!"
With a shudder, the soarwagon edged off to one side,
dropped its nose, and ran straight at those on the
ground. As one, Wingover, Jilian, and Chess sprawled
face-down. The soarwagon's wire wheels whisked over
them. It leveled out just above the ground and sped to-
ward the base of a tall tree a hundred yards away. At the
last moment it nosed up and climbed, clipping twigs as it
shaved the treetop and headed for distant skies. A stream
of angry words drifted back on the breeze
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