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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales I, Vol. Iii - Love And War
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"This one functions well as a lamp. That is all that is
important." Riverwind held the globe up by its straps, and
they made their way safely into the crypts of the Que-shu
royalty.
The crypt cavern was so huge that their little light did
not illuminate the ceiling or the walls beyond. At the edge
of the darkness they could make out the shape of the tombs.
The very first they came to bore the inscription, "Tearsong -
beloved of Arrowthorn." Goldmoon slid her hand along the
words and then snatched it back. The rock was cold. "Cold
as death," she thought, shuddering slightly. She moved
hurriedly past the memorial to her mother.
The floor sloped down as they passed the remains of
three centuries of the princess's ancestors. At the bottom of
the slope, Goldmoon could make out a stone altar, carved
with the forever sign of her amulet. Realizing that she
shouldn't be able to see the carving in the darkness, she
became aware that the light around the altar was blue, not
red, and that it came from the altar.
The priestess knew that the moment she had awaited
had come. She knelt in front of the altar and sang:
"THE RED SUN HAS RISEN.
THE BLUE DOORS HAVE OPENED.
I KNEEL HERE BEFORE YOU,
TO SING YOU MY SONG
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