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"And Laurana and Sturm and the others?" Mendor
asked. "What became of them?"
My eyes flew open. This was a new question. "The
woman who could charm an ice bear ..." I said at last. "I can
only hope Laurana joined her Tanis, as I've come to think of
him.
"Derek and Sturm . . . both driven by some dark secret,"
I mumbled, my eyes narrowing. "Though I believe Sturm
conquered his, I fear Derek's had grown too powerful."
I rubbed my chin. "I don't know for certain," I continued
more slowly. "But I imagine Flint growing to a ripe old age
under a shady tree somewhere, grumbling happily.
"The kender?" I chuckled. "It's anyone's guess with a
kender. But before our adventure in Icewall Castle was
over, Tas uncovered yet another secret in the castle-the
dragonlance. Tas told me more than he was supposed to, of
course. But I must confess the details are lost to me . . ."
I stared, unblinking, into the flames. "Elistan spent his
life in the work of Paladine," I continued with certainty.
"And if he has not already left Krynn to join the true god, he
will one day soon."
With that, I, Raggart Knug, true cleric of Paladine, rose
to my feet. Looking for the constellations in the sky, I
thought wistfully of the day I, too, would join Paladine.
Straightening my weary back, I left the fire for my hut and
sleep. Tomorrow I would begin forging another frostreaver.
The Legacy
Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman
CHAPTER ONE
Caramon stood in a vast chamber carved of obsidian
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