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Dragonlance -- Dan Parkinson - The Gates Of Thorbardin
Atec Март 01 2008 15:03:31
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. You do want an-
swers to your questions, don't you?"
"I don't have any questions!"
"Of course you do." The wizard drew himself up to his
full height, and the gray eyes above his gray beard
seemed to focus on something far away. "Everyone has
questions." At first, Chane had thought the man looked
old. Now he realized it was not old he looked, but...
ageless. 'You can learn to be what you've always been,"
the wizard said, "if you've the gift of knowing. But you
can't learn from whence you came 'til you learn where
you're going."
Chane felt a chill creep up his spine. "Are you working
a spell, wizard?"
"Oh, mercy, no," the man said, turning away. "Didn't
your little friend tell you? Spells are dangerous and unre-
liable here. This is the Valley of Waykeep."
* * * * *
For days Jilian Firestoke had watched the ways of the
Daewar city, going often to the market centers at the
tenth and thirteenth roads and finding excuses even to
visit the bustling ware-room district near the eleventh
road gate, where goods from other clan cities in Thor-
bardin were gathered and traded. She had ridden a cable-
train to the east warrens, where Chane Feldstone worked
the fields sometimes when neither Barak Chiselcut nor
Rogar Goldbuckle had employment for him.
Wherever she went, she had asked about Chane, but
no one had seen him lately
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