wingover

He looked from one to another of them, then settled on Wingover.

Wingover asked the dwarf for the second or third time in an hour.

Another mile down the trail, Wingover turned to look back.

"Maybe you have to use the same formula each time," said Wingover.

All was going fairly well until Wingover reached bottom, four hundred feet away.

Behind him, Wingover heard a shout, but he didn't look back.

Now she made a point of ignoring him, which, for his part, Wingover liked better.

Wingover held out his arms and spun in a circle.

Wingover had a fine time 'lifting' the big ship up with his hands.

But Wingover had no real quarrel with the nature of things.

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

Wingover took the helmet and turned it, wonder in his eyes.

If so, Wingover thought, then the gods help the little creature.

Put so bluntly, Wingover suddenly realized what he was doing.

"Somebody whose purpose was to turn out a lot of them in a hurry," Wingover said.

"We aren't going anywhere for a while," Wingover told him.

"Maybe you have the power to grant wishes now," said Wingover.

Another thing that Wingover and his bunch asked about was a dwarf.

Wingover took a deep breath, then released it in a sigh.

"Worse than that, they knew exactly where," Wingover pointed out.

She turned the wingover into a dive, heading for the ground this time.

Wingover took the lead and each one held the hand of the person in front and behind him.

She handed the tool back to Wingover, and he studied it.

As Wingover, and now the others, stared across the fire, the person removed the mask.

It wasn't bright, but the flash was enough to catch Wingover's eyes.