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. "That door, there, leads upstairs . . . I think. . . ."
"Humpf," Tanin growled, but went to investigate the
door, his brothers and the dwarf following behind.
"What did you mean, YOU'RE the only one who has a
right to the Graygem?" Palin asked Dougan in an
undertone.
"Did I say that?" The dwarf looked at him shrewdly.
"Must have been the gem talking. . . ." "Oh, please don't
go!" cried the women. "Never mind. They'll be coming
back soon," predicted the dark-haired beauty.
"And when you do come back, maybe you can show us
some more of those cute magic tricks," called the blonde to
Palin politely.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Lord Gargath
Dougan was right. The door led to another flight of
narrow stairs carved out of the stone walls of the castle. It
was pitch dark; their only light was the burning crystal atop
the Staff of Magius. After another leg-aching climb, they
came to a large wooden door.
"Would you look at that!" Sturm said, stunned.
"What in the name of the Abyss is it?" Tanin muttered.
IT was a fantastic mechanism, sitting on the door-stoop
in front of the door. Barely visible in the shadows, it was
made of iron and had all sorts of iron arms and gears and
rope pulleys and winches extending from the stone floor up
to the ceiling
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