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Dragonlance -- Dan Parkinson - The Gates Of Thorbardin
Atec Март 01 2008 15:03:31
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. Give it back!"
Chess handed the thing over. "You must have dropped
it along the way. Lucky I found it for you. Looks a lot
handier than flint and steel."
"It is flint and steel. With a wick. And oil. I --"
Wingover stopped and stared. The flares on the bridge
had done their job. The bridge blazed merrily now, a
wall of fire from edge to edge, barring passage from the
other side. A few wooden planks were even falling away
to hiss in the dark waters below. But on the other side, a
person had pushed through the clamoring crowd of
goblins -- a taller person, wearing gleaming black, orna-
mented armor and a horned helmet with a beaten mask.
As Wingover, and now the others, stared across the fire,
the person removed the mask. The wilderness man
caught his breath. For the first time, he saw the face of
Kolanda Darkmoor.
The hideous mask across the bridge was lowered, and
the woman behind it was -- no, might have been --
stunningly beautiful. But she was something else instead.
Wingover sensed absolute evil there. She only glanced at
him, though, for her gaze swiftly locked on Chane Feld-
stone. She put her hand to her throat and lifted some-
thing from her breastplate.
Chapter 24
"How could you let them get away?" the woman
shouted. "I set a net across this valley, and you... you
sniveling excuse for a troopleader... you let them slip
through!"
Thog,aparticularly ugly hobgoblin, and six goblins
cowered before the Commander, afraid to respond
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