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Dragonlance -- Dan Parkinson - The Gates Of Thorbardin
Atec Март 01 2008 15:03:31
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. The gnome had
shown up twice since they had been here, both times
cursing in gnomic and trying desperately to bring his
craft close enough to the ledge for someone to reach his
lowered line. He kept jabbering about something called
"ground effect," and "ninety degrees to the grade," and
"the gearstripping tiltyness of mountains."
They had raisins for him, and cider -- which seemed to
delight him -- but so far they hadn't been able to deliver
the goods to his supply line. At its nearest, the line had
dangled fifteen feet beyond the sheer ledge.
Bobbin was probably getting hungry up there, wher-
ever he was.
"Supply stick," Wingover said again. "Well, it just
might work."
"What might?"
The deep voice, strong and quiet, startled him. Chane
Feldstone hadn't moved, but he was awake. His eyes
were bright in the firelight, looking from Wingover to
the dozing Jilian.
"Are you feeling better?" Wingover got to his knees
and leaned for a better look at the dwarf.
"I feel fine." Chane looked around, careful not to dis-
turb Jilian. "How long have we been here? I thought we
had gone to... no, it was only a dream, wasn't it I"
"Couple of days," Wingover told him. 'You were
pretty sick. How does your shoulder feel?"
Chane shifted, winced, and sat up, still holding Jilian's
hand. "A little stiff, but it's all right. Are we all here?"
"The wizard's gone off someplace again. I don't think
he cares for the company around here
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