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. Then he took Spellbinder from his pouch.
The red gem pulsed warmly, its glow the color of Luni-
tari's light. Reaching out, he placed the gem on the pile of
stone, where the spot of red shone.
From behind the dwarves, from the buried gate they
had traversed, came a sound of distant, rolling thunder.
Spellbinder's light grew in power, flared brilliantly in the
cavern, then settled into a steady, warm glow that
seemed to fill the air with tiny music.
"Come." Chane took Jilian's hand. "Pathfinder has
brought Spellbinder home. Now we must hurry."
"Can we go back?" she asked.
As though in answer, the thunder grew beyond the
gate and the cavern quaked ominously. Chane headed
for the left tunnel at a run, pulling Jilian along with him.
The thunder mounted behind them.
Once beyond the cavern, Pathfinder's steady green
glow lighted a cable-way long forgotten, a finely-delved
tunnel that seemed to go on ahead of them unobstructed.
"Hurry," Chane said. Behind them, the thunder became
the roar of solid stone shearing and the chatter of rock-
fall. A cloud of dust obscured the opening of the cavern,
and the faint red light winked out.
"It's sealed," Chane rumbled. "And locked against
magic. That was what Grallen intended to do."
"Where does this go?" Jilian pointed ahead, down the
cable-way
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