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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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"It is gracious of you to offer," said Lady Ilys.
Radiz interjected, "Only SEA RAVEN is on hand, Lord."
"When can it be ready for sea?"
"Not for nine days, Lord. The hull was strained when we
rammed the roundship. The seams should be re-caulked,"
Artavash said. Radiz opened his mouth to say something
but was cut off by her harsh glance. "No other vessel is
expected back in less than a fortnight," she said.
"It seems you must be my guests for nine more days,"
Mukhari said. "So that you will be comfortable, please feel
free to roam my palace at will." He stood to leave, though
the second course had yet to be served. "And now I retire to
my nightly studies. Good health to you, my friends."
He waved a hand through the air. A slim glass vial
appeared in his fingers. Mukhari hurled the vial to the floor.
It shattered, and a coil of rose-colored smoke snaked out.
The smoke enveloped Mukhari Ras. The last thing Sturm
saw was the alchemist's face. In a halo of pink smoke he
looked quite benign.
The cloud dispersed, and Mukhari was gone.
"Oh!" said Carin.
"Tricks," muttered Radiz.
It was hot. Sturm rolled over and pushed back the slick
satin sheets. Currents of air stirred the filmy curtains, but
the heat in the room was stifling
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