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when you should be seeking the Irda. You do want an-
swers to your questions, don't you?"
"I don't have any questions!"
"Of course you do." The wizard drew himself up to his
full height, and the gray eyes above his gray beard
seemed to focus on something far away. "Everyone has

questions." At first, Chane had thought the man looked
old. Now he realized it was not old he looked, but...
ageless. 'You can learn to be what you've always been,"
the wizard said, "if you've the gift of knowing. But you
can't learn from whence you came 'til you learn where
you're going."
Chane felt a chill creep up his spine. "Are you working
a spell, wizard?"
"Oh, mercy, no," the man said, turning away. "Didn't
your little friend tell you? Spells are dangerous and unre-
liable here. This is the Valley of Waykeep."

* * * * *

For days Jilian Firestoke had watched the ways of the
Daewar city, going often to the market centers at the
tenth and thirteenth roads and finding excuses even to
visit the bustling ware-room district near the eleventh
road gate, where goods from other clan cities in Thor-
bardin were gathered and traded. She had ridden a cable-
train to the east warrens, where Chane Feldstone worked
the fields sometimes when neither Barak Chiselcut nor
Rogar Goldbuckle had employment for him.
Wherever she went, she had asked about Chane, but
no one had seen him lately. Maybe, some suggested, he
had gone to carry dispatches for Rogar Goldbuckle to his
commodity camp west of Thorbardin in the Kharolis
Mountains. But, no, one of Goldbuckle's guardsmen had
said that he was sure there had been no dispatches lately,
and since Goldbuckle was preparing for a pack-trip to
Barter, he would carry any such messages himself.
She had become more worried by the day. It was not
like Chane to just disappear without telling her where he
was going, Yet, since the day she had taken him to see her
father - she had been sure her father would help him, but
he had flatly refused - Chane had been absent. Someone
said they thought Chane might have gone back again,
alone, to talk with Slag Firestoke. But her father said he
hadn't seen the whelp again and, furthermore, didn't
want to.
Jilian had only recently - as they said in the polite

sectors - "come of age," and had no shortage of admirers