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. The motion of the ship through
the water had ceased, due, no doubt, to the presence of a
cliff, which had bashed in the fig urehead, part of the hull,
and snapped the mast of the sail in two.
His face grim, Tanin made his way through the
wreckage, followed by Sturm and Palin, several bickering
gnomes, and the dwarf. Reaching the prow, he clung to the
side and stared out past the cliff toward the island. The sun
was rising behind them, shedding its bright light upon a
stretch of sandy beach that curved out of sight to the north,
vanishing in a patch of gray fog. Strange-looking trees with
thin, smooth trunks that erupted in a flourish of frondlike
leaves at the top surrounded the beach. Beyond the wide
sandy strip, towering above the trees and the cliff face upon
which the boat now rested, was a gigantic mountain. A
cloud of gray smoke hung over it, casting a pall upon the
beach, the water, and the ship.
"The Isle of Gargath," Dougan repeated triumphantly.
"Gargath?" Palin gaped. "You mean - "
"Aye, laddie. The Lord himself followed the Gray-gem,
if you remember, when it escaped. He built a ship and
sailed after it as it vanished over the western horizon, and
that was the last anyone on Ansalon ever heard of him
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