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. It had flown
from a lair deep in the Khalkist Mountains to a secret
place near Sanction, then had spanned the entire width
of Newsea, past Pax Tharkas, and now lay in the wilder-
ness ranges between Qualinost and Thorbardin, in the
Kharolis Mountains of western Ansalon.
It had chosen the knoll, sent a mind-call northward,
then burrowed in and slept. Through the remainder of
that day it rested, and through the night and most of the
next day. The sleep restored its strength, and the dragon
dreamed the comfortable dreams of one who by birth-
right can be absolute lord over anyone or anything that it
cares to dominate... except others like itself, and one
beyond, the one the dragon called the Dark Queen.
The dragon slept for twenty-eight hours, then awoke
briefly to be aware of its surroundings.
The one it had called was there, waiting. The dragon
went back to sleep and dozed for another three hours.
Finally, when it was rested, the red dragon stirred,
shook away the forest leaves, and lifted its huge head. Its
long, sinuous body moved, and the beast stretched its
wings deliciously. The dragon felt renewed, restored.
Nearby, a small fire burned, and the person beside it
came to her feet. "Have you slept enough?" she asked
sourly.
"I always sleep enough," the dragon said. "It is you
who should worry about sleep. The Highlord would be
displeased if you should fail in your mission."
"I have not failed," the woman said
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