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. "Where are your children?
We'll take you to them."
There," said the woman, and she nodded toward the
destroyed city.
Nikol caught her breath, looked at Michael. "She's gone
mad!" she mouthed.
"How long have you been waiting here,A Mistress?" he
asked.
"Since that day," she answered, and they had no need to
ask which day she meant. "I have never left them. They left
me, you know. They were supposed to meet me here, but
they didn't come. I'll keep waiting. Someday, they will
return."
Nikol brushed her hand across her eyes. Michael gazed
at the woman. He was at a loss to know what to do. He
couldn't leave this poor, mad creature here. She would
surely die. But it was obvious that she would not go
without a struggle, and the shock of that might well kill her.
Perhaps, if he could draw her thoughts away from her
tragedy . . .
"Mistress, I am a cleric of Mishakal. I have returned to the
temple in search of the disks that were kept here. You said
that now is not the time to enter. When will the golden
doors open?"
"When the evil comes out of the well. When the blue
crystal staff shines. When dark wings spread over the land.
Then my children will come. Then the doors will open."
The woman spoke in a dreamy voice.
"When will that be?"
"Long . . . long." The woman blinked dazedly. The
mists of madness parted, and she seemed to return to reality.
"You seek the disks? They are not in there."
"Where, then?" Michael asked eagerly.
"Some say . . . Palanthas," the woman murmured
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