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. It might
be that, were he to let the intruders find him, he would be well
rewarded. There was no use for the persistent girl or the old dwarf.
But a half-elf, young and strong as this one, would give life for
many, many more years than the pathetic young humans he'd been
using till now.
"Yes," he whispered, running his fingers along the edge of the
table, "and peace, for a time, at least, and a rest from this weary
work."
He could not send his phantoms for the half-elf now. Not with
the sun's bright light shining. But the half-elf would come on his
own. Gadar smiled coldly. That persistent girl would see to it. He
would let them find him then. He would put no more obstacles in
their way than he needed to gain the time to work this spell now.
Daryn's young life would buy him the time he needed. And
time was, after all, the purchase he'd always sought to make.
The forest had darkened long before the sun set. The
whisperings of the night before became ominous growlings in the
underbrush, sobbing wails in the boughs of the trees. A wild wind
danced. The little party of three moved upward, carefully picking a
barely seen path through the giant pines. They were touched by a
chill that put Tanis in mind of winter.
That morning, in grim jest, Flint had suggested that if they
simply let the forest's evil feel guide them, they'd no doubt come
upon their ghostly attackers.
Tanis had not taken the suggestion seriously until, moving
north for lack of any better direction, they each began to feel the
same nameless dread
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