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Dragonlance -- Dan Parkinson - The Gates Of Thorbardin
Atec Март 01 2008 15:03:31
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..." Her voice
trailed off in a choking whisper.
"Hee-hee!" the dark thing rasped. "She has to say it
all."
"Caliban offered me his help," she continued, "and I
accepted. I sealed the bargain with the blood of my own
brother, and thus Caliban owns my soul."
In her ear, the wispy voice chortled and cackled. 'Very
good. She always remembers... as she must. What
does she ask of me now?"
"I cannot see my prey, Caliban," Kolanda said. "See
them for me, and tell me where they are."
"She wants to know where people are," the voice
breathed. "Kiss me, Kolanda."
With a shudder, she brought the thing to her lips and
kissed it, then held it against her forehead and looked
again toward Sky's End. She could see them -- the dwarf
and his companions -- across the miles but as if they were
only a few feet away. Caliban's magic magnified the
scene, and she counted them there. A pair of dwarves,
one male and one female; a rangy, bearded man dressed
as a ranger or forester; a horse carrying packs; a kender.
There was something odd about the kender, almost as
though someone else walked beside him, but there was
no one else there to see. They were coming down a steep
trail, toward the gorge that faced the plains. A stone
bridge arched across, just ahead of them.
"They are near the lost gate," she whispered. "But they
aren't all there. Where is the wizard?"
Kolanda raised her eyes and saw him. High on the side
of Sky's End, he stood alone, a cloaked wizard of the red
robes
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