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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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. There were two sets - one pair of footprints that went
through the deepest drifts without stopping. The other,
however, was a wide swath cut through the snow, the swath
left by a man floundering along in heavy, wet robes. In
more than one place, she could see quite clearly the marks
of hands, as though the mage had fallen. Hurrying forward,
her heart began to beat painfully when she saw that one set
of tracks - the mage's - came to an end. His brother must be
carrying him! Perhaps he ... perhaps he was . . .
No! Amberyl caught her breath, shaking her head. The
mage might be frail-looking, but there was a strength in him
greater than the finest steel blade ever forged. All this meant
was that the two must stop and find shelter, and that would
work to her advantage.
It wasn't long before she heard voices.
Dodging behind a tree, keeping within its moon-cast
shadow, Amberyl saw a tiny bit of light streaming outside
what must be a cave in the side of a cliff, a cliff that had
apparently appeared out of nowhere, for she could have
sworn she had not seen it ahead of her.
"Of course," she whispered to herself in thankful-ness,
"the mages will take care of one of their own. Do they know
I am here?" she wondered suddenly
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