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"Lord Gargath," Palin began hesitantly, approaching the
hedgehog's chair. Suddenly, he cried out in alarm and
stumbled backward, bumping into Tanin.
"Sturm, to my side!" Tanin shouted, pushing Palin
behind him and raising the spear.
The chair had vanished completely beneath the bulk of
a gigantic black dragon! The creature stared at them with
red, fiery eyes, its great wings spanning the length of the
wall, its tail lashing the floor with a tremendous thud.
When the dragon spoke, though, its voice held the same
sorrow as had the hedgehog's.
"You're frightened," said the dragon sadly. "Thank you
for the compliment, but you needn't be. By the time I could
attack you, I'd probably be a mouse or a cockroach."
"Ah, there! You see how it is," continued Lord Gargath
in the form of a lovely young maiden, who put her head in
her hands and wept dismally. "I'm constantly changing,
constantly shifting. I never know from one moment to the
next," snarled a ferocious minotaur, snorting in anger,
"what I'm going to be."
"The Graygem has done this to you?"
"Yessssss," hissed a snake, coiling around upon itself on
the cushion in agony. "Once I wasssss a wizzzzard like you,
young one. Once I wassss
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