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. Blood welled from the wound;
she pressed a small cloth to it timidly, uselessly. My throat grew
thick with tears as I watched the life drain from her friend.
Somehow I became aware of other sounds in the room. Derek
stirred slowly, then spun onto his back.
"Be careful, Laurana!" he cried, jumping to his feet as if pulled
by a rope, his sword aloft. "He's a magic-user!" Spinning about,
the Knight of Solamnia blinked in bewilderment. His eyes traveled
from the dead body of the Highlord to Laurana as she knelt at
Sturm's side. Understanding and admiration lit his eyes. He bowed
his head respectfully for the dying knight.
Suddenly there came a muffled pounding on the wall behind
Elistan, rousing the unconscious cleric. Shaking his head to clear
it, he stood slowly and stepped away from the wall.
Oh, no! I thought. The wizard's allies! We are doomed!
Brows narrowed in a frown, Derek raised his weapon as a
small crack spread on the wall in the shape of a door.
Suddenly, out popped the kender!
"Who's been blocking the door?" he demanded testily. "I've
been pounding and pounding, but you've all been too busy doing
who knows what to notice!" He saw Laurana's tear-stained face,
then the bloody pool on the floor. His eyes widened in disbelief.
"Sturm!" he cried, dropping to the floor by Laurana. "Sturm, wake
up! Flint would never forgive me if I let anything happen to
you while he was away!" The kender choked
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