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. "I n ... n ... need some w ... w ... water."
Dalamar pulled his leg firmly away from the hermit's
clutching fingers.
"You'll need nothing in a moment or two, old dwarf," he
told the hermit. "You will have peace, but you will have
paid dearly for your disobedience. Already the dweomer of
your bumbling incantations has spread northward to
Qualinesti, if not farther. This quiet village will be drawn
into the Dark Queen's war, thanks to you and your
meddling. But you will have peace."
Dalamar watched in grim silence while Lodston's
grasping fingers relaxed on the floor at his feet. Then he
threw the hermit's crude cloak to one side and stooped to
retrieve his black robe from the dwarf's body.
Milo Martin could see that something was very wrong
the moment he arrived at the riverside trail leading to
Lodston's gold mine. He left the sacks of provisions on the
trail and picked his way stealthily among the bushes until
he could see the darkened entrance.
Fragments of the heavy door were hanging from its sill by
only one hinge. Some terrible force had blasted the thick
portal inward, shattering it as if it had been an eggshell. The
nervous storekeeper crept closer to examine the ground for
tracks
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