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HERE, HERE.
YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO?
YES. I'M READY.
GO, THEN!
She stitched the night air gracefully, darting from the
bushes where Raistlin was concealed, down through the
shadows pooled beneath the trees near the cottage door
where Flint crouched ready.
The panther, Caramon, had silenced his ominous
rumbling, but Tanis scented him closer now and knew he
was prowling, ghost-silent, along the side of the house.
Above him the falcon took wing and landed on the roof
above the door. Tanis caught his breath; had he seen the
falcon anywhere he would have known him for Sturm by
the proud lift of his head.
Wren alighted on the windowsill and fluttered her wings
against the glass. In the voice of the bird she piped and
lamented. She might only have been some night-caught
creature seeking shelter.
A shadow crossed the glass. Tanis heard an indrawn
breath. Man-scent rose on the air, stronger now. The
panther's green eyes glittered dangerously in the light
spilling from the window. It seemed to Tanis, with his
heightened sense of smell, that Rieve must know what
waited outside his door.
Wren left the sill, flew to the door, and came near to
hitting Flint where he waited in the shadows.
Rieve's shadow left the window, vanished, then fell to
block the line of light leaking from beneath the door
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