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. At first she saw only dark
outlines, then the dragons appeared, one at a time. And each
of the dragons was more malevolent than the last. There
was danger in the picture. The Highlord and her
dragonarmy soldiers took shape with menacing faces, and
the sky was dark and forbidding. Kyra could feel the cold
wind from the wings of the huge beasts, sense the hot breath
from their snarling jaws, and she knew - all at once - that
the painting had captured the ineffable horror of their
conquerors.
Of course, they couldn't sell the painting. If the
Highlord or any of her soldiers ever saw it, they'd cut off
Seron's hands. Nonetheless, he wasn't sorry that he had
done it. And neither was Kyra. They both hoped that
eventually the dark days would pass, and his picture would
be a valued - and valuable - reminder of this evil time.
More than that, they both hoped it would forever establish
Seron as Krynn's pre-eminent artist.
They kept the bleak masterpiece hidden in a wooden
crate under their bed. However, it soon began to rankle
them both that Seron's greatest work had no audience. What
was the point of having painted the picture if no one ever
saw it?
It was then that they conceived their daring plan to
smuggle the painting to Palanthas where it might be
prominently displayed in a gallery
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