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. A sweat born of the heat and
the anxiety of the moment dripped down his face and ran
down his sides; he didn't like the way the Dark Queen had
fled to the obelisk. He didn't like the way her army had
halted at its base, as if finding protection in its shadow. It
smacked of a trap, and that frightened him because he hadn't
expected it.
For a moment everything remained static, the two
forces separated by one-hundred yards of open, dry, flat
ground. No one moved; the only sounds were the flapping
of the knight's pennants in the hot breeze and a quiet rattling
of the metallic and leather equipment.
And then the woman vanished. A shimmering of light
that looked like the heat rising from the plains near him and
she was gone. Huma mounted the silver dragon that
appeared next to him, holding the dragonlance in his left
hand, the butt resting on his thigh. He saw the commanders
of his army, the captains of the pikemen, the bowmen, and
the knights, watching him, waiting for his orders. He saw
the Dark Queen and her army and knew that the wait was
over.
Huma leaned forward, his mouth near an ear of the
silver dragon, and said, "It's time."
The massive head of the dragon nodded once, and a tear
dropped from its left eye
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