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. Grallen's helm
settled over Chane's head, and the green stone above the
noseguard began to glow.
Chane seemed to stiffen. His eyes closed, and when he
spoke his voice had changed.
"I, Grallen," he said, "son of King Duncan, rode forth
on the morning of the last battle in the great charge of the
Hylar dwarves. From the Northgate of Thorbardin we
had come, then westward to where the roving companies
encamped, then across Sky's End to the Plains of
Dergoth, to join the main force of Hylar. My troop as-
saulted the mountain home of the wizard there. My
brothers fought with courage and valor; many fell with
honor at my side."
They stared at him in wonder. Even Jilian had backed
away, her eyes wide.
"Yet when the tide of battle turned in our favor," Chane
recited, "and I confronted the wizard in his lair, he
smiled, and a great magic rushed from his being: a flame
of power and horror that broke through stone and steel.
"Thus in his rage and despair, he destroyed both his al-
lies and his enemies.
"Thus did I die, and thus now I am doomed to live in
the remains of the fortress, now known as Skullcap
Mountain, until the day when someone will take my
helm and return it to the land of my fathers so that I may
find rest."
Clouds seethed and churned overhead, darkening the
land
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