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. "They could be trouble.
But they will be dealt with."
The preening stopped then. The raven tilted its head back
toward the long table standing before the hearth and eyed with
deep mistrust the wooden coffer that lay in its center. Made of
finely polished rosewood, hinged and latched with silver, the chest
was the one thing that reflected no light from the fire.
"Yes, yes, my friend, you'd best leave while you can."
The bird did not hesitate. It lifted with awkward striving and
cleared the window, drifting out into the frost-nipped night.
Alone again, Gadar took up the coffer. With careful
movements he released the delicately crafted silver latch and
closed his eyes. The words of the summoning spell came quickly,
filling him with the power and demanding of him the strength of
will needed to direct what it was he summoned.
KNOW WHO CALLS YOU:
HE WHO HOLDS WHAT YOU HAVE ABANDONED.
He lifted the lid of the coffer, hardly feeling the silky wood
beneath his fingers, not aware of the soundless swing of the
hinges. He opened his eyes, dropped his gaze to the rich amber
velvet cushioning the treasure housed within. Cool and bright,
silver chased with gold, the four bejeweled sword hilts lay, each
touching the other to form a cross.
KNOW WHO GUIDES YOU:
HE WHO KEEPS WHAT YOU HAVE LOST.
The fire in the hearth leaped, dancing high and roaring with the
hollow voices of unhoused spirits
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