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Fortunately, we hadn't far to go.
"Well, what do you know?" Derek breathed up ahead of me.
Scrambling over a jagged crag, he disappeared from sight.
Frowning, I forced my reluctant muscles to move faster. When I
reached the spot where I'd last seen him, I stopped and caught my
breath.
We'd found the cave.
And it was beyond all imaginings. Walls, ceiling, and floor
were made of ice smooth as glass. Though the cave should have
been pitch-black, a rainbow of muted colors glowed from inside
the glassy surfaces, colors I'd never seen in my whole life danced
on the bleak, black-and-whiteness of the glacier. I stood rooted to
the spot.
"Raggart, what is it?" Laurana pushed past me to climb onto the
ledge. "Oh, my!" she gasped. "It's beautiful!"
"It's also magical," Elistan said uneasily, as we helped him onto
the ledge. Tas and Sturm followed. "And of the Black Robes, I
believe."
"What does that mean?" the Render asked.
"I'm afraid it means we're probably not alone up here," Sturm
said grimly. "Someone possessed of very powerful-and evil-
magic created this effect."
"I know some very powerful magic-users," Tas chimed in.
"There's Raistlin-have you heard of him?" he asked me, not
waiting for an answer. "Then there's Fizban, although he's not very
powerful," the kender's brow wrinkled, "or alive for that matter."
Derek glanced at Tasslehoff as he would an irritating fly. "We
can't afford to rest here, then," he said decisively
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