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"Leave them at home with their mothers, then, where
they belong," said Dougan gruffly.
The warriors' expression grew grimmer still. At the
mention of their mothers, several of the children began to
cry. The whole group began to turn away from the beach.
"We can't," muttered a warrior.
"Why not?" demanded Dougan.
"Because their mothers are gone!"
"It all started two years ago," said the chief, walking with
Dougan and the brothers back to the village. "Lord Gargath
sent a messenger to our village, demanding ten maidens be
paid him in tribute or he'd unleash the power of the
Graygem." The warrior's eyes went to the volcano in the
distance, its jagged top barely visible amid the shifting gray
clouds that surrounded it. Forked lightning streaked from
the cloud, thunder rumbled. The chief shivered and shook
his head. "What could we do? We paid him his tribute. But
it didn't stop there. The next month, here came the
messenger again. Ten more maidens, and more the month
following. Soon, we ran out of maidens, and then the Lord
demanded our wives. Then he sent for our mothers! Now" -
the chief sighed - "there isn't a woman left in the village!"
"All of them!" Sturm gaped. "He's taken ALL of them!"
The chief nodded in despair, the child in his arms wailed
in grief
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