Wingover's

After noting the confused look on Wingover's face, he took a deep breath and spoke more slowly.

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They came closer, and a suspicion arose in Wingover's mind.

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The first dart ricocheted off Wingover's flinthide shield.

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At Wingover's statement, he shook his head slowly, but said nothing.

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A pain like searing fire lanced through Wingover's shoulder and down his shield arm.

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Jilian scrambled back from the ledge, then turned and ran, returning with Wingover's horse and a length of rope from his packs.

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The others had appeared, Jilian helping Chane and leading Wingover's horse.

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Crushed like a turtle in its shell, the goblin flew over Wingover's head and re - bounded off a wall of the gully.

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Just at the cliff's edge, Jilian had her feet braced and both hands on Wingover's forearm.

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They had stopped to rest on a small meadow that was little more than a wide shelf on the side of a mountain, but a place where Wingover's horse could graze and the travelers could drink from a tiny spring that flowed from porous stone to trickle down the rocky slope where it fed a shallow pool.

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