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While enjoying pie and coffee with Virdin, we exchanged stories about what had happened when the rocks first began hitting the train. “I thought—we all thought—it was merely a terrific thunderstorm. But then things began crashing into the train,” Virdin said between sips of coffee. “It sounded like solid things hitting the train, but it rocked too, sending things flying. We ascertained it was an avalanche. It was a few tense moments, I"ll tell you!” “It was an avalanche, but nasty wizards had caused it,” I said, cutting into apple pie with my fork—and it was delicious. “Wizards? You mean from Pendergast?” He looked horrified. “My lord! They attacked the train? Why in blazes did they attack us?” “Because the Royals—Drakulya, mainly—was on board,” I answered, sucking the sweet pie fillin