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. He looked around, then
crawled on hands and knees to the edge of the gully, ex-
plored there for a second, and whispered, "Here's some-
thing. Like a small animal's burrow. it's -- ouch!"
"What happened?" Jilian asked.
"Something bit me, then ran up my arm and across my
head. It's gone now, though. This hole is... uh!...
arm's length. I'm putting Spellbinder in here! Try it, wiz-
ard. It's our only chance."
A fat drop of rain splatted into the dust at the wizard's
feet, then several more. Faint thunder rumbled over-
head, and the murk deepened. "I'll try," Glenshadow de-
cided. He raised his staff, its own crystal device glowing
faintly, and spoke sharp words in a language that meant
nothing to the rest.
For a long moment, nothing happened. Then
Wingover looked around and drew a sharp breath.
Nearby, Jilian had begun to glow -- a rosy pink light ema-
nated from her, haloed about her. And beyond, the oth-
ers glowed, too. Even the horse had a fine gray patina
that reflected off the walls of the gully. The man looked
at his own hands. He, too, was shining -- a distinct
yellow-gold glow. Even the wizard was lit... had a
glow on, Wingover corrected. Glenshadow shone a deep
ruby-red, as though light came from within him and car-
ried the color of his blood.
Down the gully, guttural voices were raised, and
something small and bright green came racing toward
them from that direction
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