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. That he hardly saw at all. It was
stilled by horror.
Far out across the lake, small as abandoned nestlings, two
swimmers surfaced at the roil's edge. There was something
about the dive and play of one to tell him right off that he
was Tas. The other, clutching at air and shimmer, looked
like a boy.
Behind the two, closing fast even as Tanis watched,
were two other swimmers. One, huge-armed and gray-
skinned, was clearly a goblin. The other, lean and one-
handed, coursed ahead, angling as though he meant to cut in
behind the boy.
Flint's groan could have risen straight from the depths
of Tanis's own fear. Moving quickly, the half-elf tossed
aside his bow and quiver and pulled off his boots. Raistlin's
light hand caught his wrist. * "Wait! Tanis, let my brother
go, and Sturm. You're the bowman and the longest-sighted
of us all. Defend them while they swim."
Though reluctantly, Tanis agreed.
They were fast, the two young men, out of most of
their clothes and into the water on smooth, long arcs almost
before Tanis could reclaim his bow and quiver. But there
was more than half the lake to cover and the goblin was
closing fast, his lean companion already cutting in behind
the boy
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