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. The firelight
came from wood fires set in wide sconces at the four
points of the compass, on the inside faces of the sur-
rounding short pillars.
The travelers stood where they had stopped, peering
around, trying to see detail in the erratic light.
In the semi-darkness around the circle, shadows
moved. "Cats," the dwarf noted. "Dozens of them. They
must live here."
The kender peered into the gloom, then straightened
and pointed. "Wow! Look at that one!"
Chane looked. A breeze flared one of the flames, and
his eyes widened. Beyond the paved clearing, cats were
everywhere. And among them was one, huge even by
comparison with the others. Half again the size of the
rest, it stood staring directly at the dwarf, great golden
eyes thoughtful in a massive indigo head capped by a
flowing, snow-white mane.
The wizard seemed to pay no attention. He gazed in-
stead at the monolith, his eyes ranging upward toward
its top. The crystal device on his staff no longer looked
like a crystal. Its luster was gone, and it was a dull,
opaque gray in color. "The temple of Gargath," he mut-
tered. "Where the graygem was entrapped."
"What?" Chane glanced around.
"This is where it happened," Glenshadow said, as
though talking to himself. "Up there... is the Spell-
binder
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