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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales I, Vol. Iii - Love And War
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. He stared around. The groan
for help came again. Radiz and Sturm walked converging
paths to the edge of the roof.
"At last, we are free!" he murmured.
Dangling from a rain gutter was Artavash. The gaping
dragonmouth spout had snagged her long military cape as
she fell. Now she was suspended high above the housetops
of Kernaf.
"Help me!" she pleaded. The cape tore a little and
Artavash begged for quick assistance.
Sturm eyed Radiz. The Kernaffi blinked dazedly. "I
leave it to you, boy. If you wish, we'll bring her up. Or I can
cut her free and let her fall. What do you wish?"
Her gray eyes appealed for mercy. "She killed Soren,"
Sturm said.
True," said Radiz. He pulled the sword from his belt.
"No," said Sturm. "The Measure teaches mercy, even to
our enemy."
He dropped on his stomach and reached for her cape.
Radiz took hold as well. They hauled Artavash to safety.
Once securely on the roof, she rolled over on the tiles and
gasped for air. Radiz took her sword and knife away.
He jerked Artavash around on to her stomach and
quickly bound her arms and legs tightly. When she cursed
too loudly, he drew a brightly colored scarf from his pocket
and jammed it into her mouth
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