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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales I, Vol. I - The Magic Of Krynn
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. Flint snatched a brand from the fire
and tossed it to his friend. He did not wait to see whether Tanis
had it, but caught up another and rounded on his attackers.
But there were none to fight. They were gone, vanishing before
the bright flames. Only their high, wailing voices were left,
lingering in the graying light of day.
Shuddering, Flint retrieved his axe and went to stand as near
the fire as he dared. It was not warmth he sought, however, but
light. He lifted his burned fingers to his mouth, eyeing Tanis and
Riana over his knuckles.
Tanis drew the girl close into the shelter of his arm, dropped
his sword's point, and walked her to the fire. Silently he helped her
to sit, gathered up their scattered blankets, and wrapped her in
them. He whispered a word to her and waited for her answering
nod. When he left the bright circle of the fire, he gestured for Flint
to join him. The old dwarf moved away from the light with great
reluctance, still nursing his stinging hand.
"Are you all right?" Tanis asked, turning Flint's hand palm
upward.
"No," Flint snapped, "I am not! I am burned and scared
witless!"
"Badly burned?"
Flint scowled and snatched his hand away. "Badly enough," he
growled. But when he saw the real concern in his friend's eyes, he
shrugged. "But not so that I can't wield my axe if need be. Though
what good that will do us against ghosts, I'd like to know."
"So you revise your opinion of Riana then?"
"That she is a liar? Aye, she's no liar
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