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She lifted her arms to him and wailed, "I wanted all
of Krynn to stand before you and look up lovingly, just
like I did. I wanted them to feel something of what I felt.
But look," she sobbed, her arms sweeping in a
wide arc, "I never captured your love in a single
painting. Not one!"
Kyra fell to her knees and wept with as much anguish
as the night the fire took her husband away from her.
Against a deep crushing pain in her chest, she cried out,
"Did I fail you all these years? Are you
ashamed of me? Oh, Seron, am I even half the woman
you hoped I would be?"
When Tosch arrived at Kyra's shack, he called out
to his old friend . . . but he heard no answer. Again he
sang her name out. And again there was silence.
Finally, in exasperation, he roared, "Kyra!" as loudly as
he could.
Half the inhabitants of Palanthas were stirred out
of their beds by the frightful sound.
But Kyra didn't answer him.
Tosch had no patience left. He slammed one of his
huge feet against the door and it flew wide open.
The brass dragon's anger instantly turned to pity
when he saw the crumpled form of Kyra lying on the
floor at the foot of a painting.
Tosch let out a deep, mournful sigh
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