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"This was where Fistandantilus first interceded," the
Irda told them.
Chane shuddered. "Fistandantilus? The archmage? He
was here?"
"Here first, then at the final battle, two ranges west of
here, on the Plains of Dergoth," the Irda told the dwarf.
"That's where Grallen's army was wiped out," Chane
noted. "I've heard that story all my life."
"Both armies were wiped out by the fourth and great-
est of the elemental spells Fistandantilus cast," the Irda
said. "The first three spells were cast in the preliminary
battle, here in the Valley of Waykeep. Elemental spells.
The first was fire, the second ice..."
"Burned forests under ice," the kender breathed. "I saw
that. What was the third one?"
"No one knows," the Irda shrugged. "It became en-
trapped in the anti-magic of this place, and hasn't hap-
pened yet."
"Woe and misery," something voiceless said.
"You mean him?" Chess looked around, needlessly. "I
mean, it?"
"Your unexploded spell," she said calmly.
"Wow," was all that Chess could say.
Chane tapped the tabletop with his goblet, growing
impatient. 'What does all this have to do with me and
my dreams?"
The Irda studied him, her eyes luminous. "I told you
that there were two crystals in Gargath's device. Only
one remains up there now. It is called Spellbinder
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