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. "And now, my friend, we
must go. We have been in this strange and terrible land long
enough."
"Yes," Keryl said, but he made no move to leave.
"What about Amberyl?" His gaze went back to the pale,
unmoving figure upon the bed.
"We will leave her among those she chose to be with at
the end," his companion said gravely. "Perhaps one of the
gods will accept her now and will guide her wandering
spirit home."
"Farewell, my sister," Keryl murmured. Reaching
down, he took the roses from the dead hands and, kissing
them, put the flowers carefully in the pocket of his tunic.
His companion spoke words in an ancient language, lifting
the enchantment from the inn. Then the two strangers,
holding the baby, vanished from the room like a shower of
silver, sparkling rain.
AND THE BABY WAS BEAUTIFUL, AS BEAUTIFUL
AS HER MOTHER. FOR IT IS SAID THAT, IN THE
ANCIENT DAYS BEFORE THEY GREW SELF-
CENTERED AND SEDUCED BY EVIL, THE MOST
BEAUTIFUL OF ALL RACES EVER CREATED BY THE
GODS WAS THE OGRE. . . .
Silver And Steel
Kevin D. Randle
It had finally come to this. A summer-long campaign
that had seen the Dark Queen pushed until the remnants of
her tattered army were grouped around her at the base of a
massive obsidian obelisk
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