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. But they would need
help.
"Let's send word to Tosch," suggested Kyra. "He could
fly here one dark night and take the painting away with
him."
"Do you think Tosch would really do it; would he risk
his life for a painting?"
"We have nothing to lose by asking," she said.
Two days later, the peddler who had bought a Seron
painting of Tosch carried a coded note out of the city and
into the mountain warrens. The note asked their friend to
come to them after sunset during the night when the two
moons were at their smallest. It was a great favor, and they
didn't ask it lightly. And they said as much in the note. If
Tosch felt it was too dangerous, they said, he shouldn't
come; they would understand.
But still they hoped he would glide down to them out
of the dark sky.
The nights passed as slowly as a gnome builds a
machine. The days were even longer. Eventually, though,
the moons went through their glowing phases. It was
almost time.
As the sun descended, sending long shadows across a
sad, beleaguered city, Kyra and Seron grew anxious.
Tonight was the night.
"Do you think the note actually reached Tosch?"
wondered Kyra.
"I don't know."
"What if the peddler were intercepted? If the Highlord
deciphered our message - "
Suddenly a loud knock sounded at their door
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