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. Only the dwarf remained standing, his face
split in a broad grin.
"I... can't . . . hold . . . it!" Palin cried and, with a gasp,
he let the hammer fly.
The young mage fell to his knees, in too much pain and
exhaustion to even bother looking to see what happened.
But everyone else in the room, lying flat on the floor, raised
their heads to watch the hammer. Round and round it
whizzed, flying over the heads of the women, buzzing over
Tanin and Sturm, whisking past the cowering dragon.
Round and round it flew and, as it flew, it began to rise into
the air. Dougan watched it placidly, his hands laced across
his great belly.
Glowing now a fiery red, the hammer circled higher and
higher and, as it rose, the Graygem's light began to waver in
sudden fear. The hammer was aiming straight for it!
"Yes, my beauty," murmured Dougan, watching the
hammer in satisfaction. "You forged it. Now, bring it
home."
Desperately the Graygem sought to dim its light,
realizing, perhaps, that it was its own power that was
drawing the hammer to it. But it was too late. The hammer
flew to the Graygem it had helped create as a lass flies to
her lover's arms. There was a shattering sound and a
blinding flare of red and gray light, so brilliant that even
Dougan was forced to shade his eyes, and no one else could
see anything for the dazzling radiance
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