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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales I, Vol. Iii - Love And War
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. "No matter. In two days the dark
moon will rise, and the celestial conditions for the making
of the elixir will be propitious."
"You will not suceed - Sergeant Soren - " Sturm began
shrilly.
The alchemist clucked his tongue. "He cannot help you.
Even now he lies trussed up in my dungeon. As for you, my
young lord, if you give me the slightest difficulty, I shall
order harm done to your mother and her maid."
"You will not!"
"Nonsense, boy. You're not in Solamnia. I am master
here."
Sturm closed his hand around a smooth, cold object - a
flask. He hurled the flask at Mukhari and turned to run. The
aged alchemist dodged awkwardly. Mukhari, reached for a
braided bell cord. Hidden chimes rang. A concealed door
sprang open, and Artavash came in. Sturm rushed blindly
into her grasp.
"Take charge of him, my dear," Mukhari said. "Only
don't bruise him. I wouldn't want him less than perfect for
processing tomorrow."
"As you command, master," said Artavash. She laid a
firm hand on his neck and guided Sturm from the room.
* On the stairs Sturm said, "So - so this was your plan all
along?"
"Why do you think my master had me scouring the
seas?" she said. "Other ships have come and gone, seeking
pure blood for Lord Mukhari's work
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