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. An old man had told how Huma,
lost in a forest, prayed to Paladine. A white stag had
appeared and led him home. "That I remember," the stag
thought, "but I had thought no other living being did.
Whatever man they met was old indeed, though if he were
older, he would remember it as song, not story." A pang of
regret for simpler days and easier faith swept over the stag,
much as it sweeps over old men for times gone by. He
shook his rack of antlers fiercely and kept listening.
The dwarf with the company snorted, almost like an
animal himself. "You believe old stories? Here's another,
then: Once there was a stag who caused Shadow Wood to
turn to Darken Wood."
Another companion squatted on the trail, his ears
pricked forward. "Nothing like a good story. When was this,
Flint?"
The dwarf scowled at the other - a kender, the stag
remembered now. It had been long since he had seen one.
The dwarf went on, "Before the Cataclysm. And it's not a
good story, not any way at all. The stag chose to betray the
Forestmaster - the ruler of this wood, whoever that is. So he - "
"Why?" the kender interrupted. The stag put his ears
forward, straining to hear.
The dwarf admitted, "I don't know why
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