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. "Has he seen where it directs him?"
"He sees the trail of Pathfinder, and thus the way to
Grallen's helm. He may know soon where it lies, for he is
on the east face of Sky's End now. All of Dergoth is visi-
ble beyond the chasm."
"All of Dergoth... and the woman, Darkmoor. The
Dark One is with her. They are ahead of you, Wanderer.
They await you."
"Then so it must be," Glenshadow rasped, his voice as
chill as the whining winds on the mountain. "Tell me, has
the riddle been tested? The omen of the moons?"
"We think it means there will be war," the ice-face said.
"A war like none Krynn has ever known."
"When?"
"Soon. The preliminary games are in play even now
...as you have seen."
"But, a war of the moons? What kind of war must that
be?"
"Of the moons, Wanderer? Or of the gods? We believe
the omens mean a war for dominion. Some say a contest
among gods, to once and for all determine which of the
triad alignments shall rule on Krynn... But, of course,
there are always those who speak of ultimates and finali-
ties. Even so, those of the dark robes are gleeful these
days, while those of the white are silent and anxious."
The figure in the ice seemed to shrug. "We shall see what
comes of it all. Most of us are not overly concerned."
The ice faded, went blank. The mirror surface re-
flected only cold sky above -- that, and the cold,
thoughtful face of the wizard who knelt beside it.
"Not overly concerned," he muttered, and his cold
words were carried away by the wind
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