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. "How should I
know? I can't read!"
The shopkeeper's pudgy face clouded. "Then how do you
know they were magic?"
" 'Cause I saw Dalamar using one to see the future!"
Martin said nothing for several moments. His eyes were
wide with imagination as he speculated to himself about the
value of such a treasure - if the old dwarf was telling the
truth.
"It was a couple of nights ago. We just ate some fish
stew and bread. I'm sitting by the fire smoking some wild
tobacco, nothing like this stuff, when Dalamar puts on them
glasses. He unrolls a piece of parchment like it was holy
and stares at the fire for a long time before he starts to read
it. I ask him what he's doing, but he acts like he don't hear
me."
Lodston took a long swig of ale and a few more puffs of
the fragrant cured tobacco before resuming his story.
"Dalamar reads the words out loud, but they's in a
language I never heard before. The words had a lot of 'ssss'
and 'ffff sounds that ended in 'i's or 'o's. You ever hear
somebody talking like that?"
"No!" blurted his impatient listener. "Forget the
language! What happened then?"
"Settle down, and let me finish the story! There was this
light, kind of a white glow like moonshine, that got stronger
with every word he read
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