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." Acting on his own suggestion, Phineas tried
forcing his way through the mass of kender, but they
were all far heavier than he and transfixed by the sight
developing before them.
Then from behind him, Tas heard a loud "ping!" fol-
lowed by the sound of cracking wood. "I found the le-
ver again!" cried Damaris, poking her head up from
behind the desk. "It wasn't made very well, either," she
said critically. "I think I may have broken it," she con-
fessed, holding up the fractured end of a thin, smooth
piece of wood.
A strangled cry erupted from the creature in the mist.
The woman's face turned stormy and thrashed about as
if in pain. Suddenly the face disappeared and was re-
placed by five dragon heads on a single neck, snarling
and spitting fire. But the heads dissipated into mist as
quickly as they had formed, and the mist was sucked
back through the glowing passage from which it had
poured. Lightning bolts unweaved themselves and
glowing outlines disappeared. The portal faded until
the outlines of the wall bricks were visible again, and fi-
nally the room looked as if nothing had happened. Even
the dust and cobwebs on the blank section of wall were
undisturbed.
Still standing behind the desk, Damaris blushed furi-
ously. "Oh, dear, did I do that?" she squeaked.
Abruptly dragged back to the Abyss, the Dark
Queen's fury surpassed anything she had felt in the
three and a half centuries since the Cataclysm.
She had been so close!
Centuries of banishment could have ended this day
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