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. "Be quiet, small one,"
she sang softly.
The white moon was whole again, but now the red
moon was diminishing as the black orb began to occlude
it. The rose tint of the moonlight dulled, becoming more
silvery. Above, Chane Feldstone had reached the last of
the fingerholds and hesitated.
Again the crystal on Glenshadow's staff winked
alight, this time a cold white light as if the white moon's
glow focused in it. A single shaft of white light shot up-
ward, bathing in hard luster the hammer slung on the
dwarf's back. Clinging to the cone, Chane loosed the
hammer, braced himself and swung its spike-end against
the stone above him. He struck again, and a black shard
fell, bouncing once on the slight slope of the monolith,
ringing as it struck the pavement below.
Snagging the hammer in his belt, the dwarf reached
up, found purchase in a new handhold, and retrieved the
hammer to cut another one.
"Why didn't I think of that?" the kender chuckled.
"Here I was thinking about slings and pulleys or some
such."
The red moon was nearly eclipsed now, but still Glen-
shadow's staff glowed, and strong white light bathed the
top of the spire where the dwarf worked. Abruptly,
Chestal Thicketsway remembered the nature of his un-
seen companion - the spell that had somehow associated
itself with him
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