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yet. When the time comes, you will know.' "
"Is that all?" the kender frowned in disappointment.
'That isn't very exciting."
"That's all of it," Chane admitted. "Or it was until a
few weeks ago, when I started having that dream almost
every night. But now it's different. There's a great, high
bridge, and nothing at all beneath it. I cross the bridge,
and then I find the helmet. I start to put it on, and there is
someone there with me. A warrior, like the old Hylar
warriors back in the time of the great war. He looks at me
and says, 'The time approaches. Thorbardin is at risk.
Chane Feldstone, you must become who you are and
who you are meant to be. It is your destiny.' " Chane
growled and scuffed a fur-clad foot against the stone.
"Old Firestoke laughed when I told him about it."
"Is he the one who chased you out of Thorbardin?"
"Nobody chased me out of Thorbardin!" Chane rum-
bled. "I went because I wanted to go. But his villains beat
me up and robbed me and told me never to come back."
"Why do you suppose they did that?"
"Because Slag Firestoke is a miserable old rust-pit, and
he wants Jilian to marry somebody wealthy or famous."
"I don't suppose you are either of those?"
"No, I'm not. But I'll go back when I'm ready, and I'll
go on my own terms, and Slag Firestoke can go to corro-
sion for all I care."
"But you're going to find the helmet first."
"I intend to try. Maybe it was just a dream, but I want
to find out."
"Maybe the helmet will make you rich and famous,"
the kender suggested.
Still seething at the recent memory of betrayal and hu-
miliation, Chane squinted and peered at the misted val-
ley. The kender was right about one thing, he decided.
The valley seemed to try to hide itself, as though it didn't
want company. But to reach the mountains east of there
he would have to cross it.
They had seen no further sign of the big cats. If the

beasts lived in the valley, they had obviously gone home
during the night. In the distance, beyond the mists,
morning sun haloed the caps of tall peaks that jutted up-
ward like lizards' teeth. At one point, somewhat to the
north, there was a gap that might be a pass.
"Does your map say what's beyond those next moun-
tains?" he asked.
"Another valley," the kender said. "It's called the Vale
of Respite. And beyond it are more mountains. Some re-
ally big ones. According to one of the maps, the northern
gate of Thorbardin is over there someplace. I've never