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The serpentine bowl struck hard against something - the
statue of the Kingpriest. Dunvane, certain this was the end,
shut his eyes. The heat overcame them. They both lost
consciousness.
*****
Jermina awoke, sat up slowly. She looked around,
dazed. Behind them, the column of fire that marked the
grave of the city of Istar burned and flashed. The serpentine
bowl she and Dunvane were in, along with other wreckage
and rubbish, had been propelled out of the maelstrom. They
floated quietly in a backwater.
"Dunvane!" she said, shaking him. He sat up, staring in
wonder.
A cool drop hit his face. Another followed, then
another, and soon rain was pattering on the ocean. The
shower strengthened. Dunvane lifted his head and let the
water wash over him. The sound of hysterical laughter
grated on his nerves. Jermina was laughing and sobbing at
the same time.
"What's funny?" he asked.
"The Revered Son was wrong," she said. "We're alive."
THE HIGH PRIEST OF HALCYON
DOUGLAS NILES
From the Continuing Research of Foryth Teel, Chief Scribe Assisting
Astinus, Eternal Lorekeeper of Krynn.
Most Esteemed Historian:
It is with reverence approaching awe that I again pursue
the lost histories of Krynn. It seems to me that now, more
than ever before, the search for truth must be pursued with
unrelenting courage and diligence. By all reckonings during
this bleak era, the gods have abandoned us
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