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. She had to squint to make out the
scrawling words. They read, DEESTROYD IN
KATAKLISM. Matya mumbled an oath under her breath.
If this was true, then the village the knight sought had
been destroyed more than fifty years ago. So much for his
plea for help! A liar, as she'd suspected. She didn't know
why that hurt her.
Trevarre called out. Matya hastily put away the maps.
She found the knight still sitting by the wagon wheel. The
porcelain doll stood on the ground before him.
"It is almost time," he said, nodding toward the west. A
pearly glow had touched the distant horizon. Solinari, the
largest of Krynn's three moons, soon would rise.
Matya sat on a fallen log near the knight, eyes on the
doll. While she did not believe Trevarre's story, she was
curious to see what he would do when the doll failed to
speak.
"Wait," Trevarre said softly. "Just wait."
Matya sighed, resting her chin on a hand, and waited.
This was rapidly growing tedious. Finally, a thin, silvery
sliver of Solinari lifted above the far-off horizon.
The doll began to sing.
Matya stared at the porcelain statuette in shock. The
maiden's lips moved. A sweet, wordless song drifted upon
the night air. There was no doubt but that the song came
from the doll.
Matya shot a look at Trevarre. The knight's pale eyes
were triumphant. The song continued, a sad melody that
tugged at Matya's heart. Finally the sweet music ended, and
the doll spoke.
"Please, come to me, whoever finds me," it said, its
voice cool and lilting but filled with sorrow as well
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