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. One or two of them started forward
slowly, as if they didn't believe what they had seen, as if
they couldn't believe that the tower had destroyed itself
trying to free itself from the dragonlance.
Huma found that he could no longer move. His hands
and feet were cold, as if he had spent the day on a winter
outing. Breathing hurt him; his lungs ached as he held his
breath, inhaling only when the pain became too much for
him.
The woman cradled his head in her arms, her eyes
heavy with tears.
"We have won," he told her, the joy in his voice
unmistakable.
"Yes," she agreed, her voice hushed. "In the end, it was
you who saved the day." She tried to smile and failed. "You
saved the day just as your men knew you would."
He tried to nod but found the motion made him sick,
made his head swim. His eyesight was failing, and he was
no longer sure what was going on around him. He tried to
smile and asked, "What happened?"
"It was the dragonlance," she said, blinking rapidly. She
looked upward, away from his pale face and added, "It cut
to the heart of her power and destroyed it. Destroyed it and
her army at once."
"I didn't know," said Huma.
"No way you could," she told him
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