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. Carefully, she slipped her feet
under her so that she could stand on the horse's back, but
even then she could not reach the lance. Shaking with
frustration and rage, she leaped. For a moment, her fingers
curled around the shaft of the lance. Suddenly, she
screamed in pain and fell to the trembling ground.
As she fell, her horse bolted from her, fleeing from the
field, trampling the bodies of the dead. The Queen got to
her feet, holding her hands in front of her as if they had
been badly burned. She turned and stared into the deepening
of the night, her hatred stabbing out toward Huma like a
beacon at the edge of the ocean. She stepped back so that
she was leaning against the smooth surface of the obelisk,
trying to draw power from it.
Wind now swirled around the obelisk as the internal
rumbling of it built until the ground vibrated. For a moment,
nothing happened, and it seemed that the tower had healed
itself. Some of the cracks started to disappear and the icy
blue light that wrapped the structure began to fade.
Strangely, abruptly, the rumbling started again, and the
cracks reappeared and widened. The obelisk seemed to
shrink in on itself and tremble as if fighting with itself
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