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. Keli followed gamely, hoping with all his
heart that the kender knew where he was going.
Down just didn't seem like the answer to their
problems.
Sturm shouted once, then again. He'd lost the hook-
handed man or found Tas and the boy - Tanis couldn't be
sure which and did not spend a moment's concentration
wondering. His hands knew nothing but his bow, his eyes
only his arrow's target. That target, the gray-skinned,
maddened goblin, had dragged Caramon beneath the lake's
surface and held him there now.
His breath held tightly, legs braced wide, Tanis waited
the interminable space of five heartbeats for Caramon to
surface again, afraid to loose his arrow for fear that
Caramon would come up between it and the goblin. Dimly,
he was aware of Raistlin's soft intake of breath, of Flint's
curse and then his whispered plea.
Caramon did not surface.
Tanis let fly and prayed for the gods' grace, for their
favor, for mercy.
Rainbows danced in the air, shimmering along the
tumble of the falls. Mercy, and the arrow, were delivered at
the same time. The shaft flew true and took the goblin full
in the throat. In the veil of the mist, Sturm broke the water,
graceful as a dolphin leaping
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