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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales I, Vol. Iii - Love And War
Atec Март 01 2008 15:11:25
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Far below, the red-haired bowman Tas called Tanis and
one of the young men who had been in the lake stood on the
shore. The other was in the water again and swimming hard
toward the falls. The dwarf and the slim young man moved
quickly to the north.
"Tas, what are they doing?"
"Something, they're up to something. Look! Tanis sees
us! He's pointing." The kender leaned so far out to see that
Keli had to catch him back by his belt.
"Don't DO that!"
Clearly the fact that he'd almost tumbled to his death
didn't bother the kender at all. He laughed, and the sound of
his glee skirled high above the roar of the falls.
"Look, Keli! Raistlin's doing something to the air!" Tas
thumped the boy's shoulder joyfully, nearly knocking him
from his tenuous perch. "I don't know what he's up to, I
usually don't, hardly anyone ever does. But it's always
magic, and it's always worth waiting for."
Clinging like a soaked bat to the wall, Keli swallowed
his nausea. Whether or not what the mage was up to was
indeed worth waiting for the boy couldn't say, but he didn't
see that they had much choice.
Raistlin's hands moved, deft and certain, in magic's
dance. He gathered translucent rainbows and gemmed mist,
separated their shimmering strands, and wove them swiftly,
one around the other, into a rope of gleaming enchantment
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