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. The wizard sat up, staring around
him as if he couldn't believe it. "I'm back!" he cried out
joyfully, patting his head and his neck and his shoulders
with his hands. "No rabbit ears! No dragon's breath! No
minotaur muscles! I'm me again!" He burst into tears.
"And you lost the bet, dwarf!" the dark-haired beauty
cried out suddenly, getting to her feet. "The hammer fell!"
"Yes!" shouted the women. "You lost the bet! The men
are ours!"
"Dougan . . ." growled Tanin ominously.
The women were closing in on them, eyes burning with
the fire of love instead of the fire of battle.
Dougan raised the hammer above his head. His face was
stem, his black eyes flashed as red as the glowing hammer.
The voice that spoke was no longer the voice of the dwarf
with the flashy clothes, but a voice as ancient as the
mountains it had carved, as deep as the oceans it had
poured.
"Women!" the god called out in stem tones. "Listen to
me! The power of the Graygem over you is broken.
Remember now your children and your husbands.
Remember your brothers and your fathers! Remember your
homes and those who love you and need you!"
One by one, the women looked around in dazed fashion,
some putting their hands to their heads, some blinking in
confusion
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