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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales I, Vol. Iii - Love And War
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. The line of men, nearly a hundred yards
long, swept past their own soldiers to strike the
reinforcements issuing from the obelisk and the ground
around it.
Now in the thick of the battle, surrounded by his own
men, Huma leaped to the ground. He jammed the base of
the dragonlance into the dirt, determined that he would not
retreat beyond that point. He drew his sword, the blade held
upright in front of him, flashing in the bright sunlight as it
peeked through the seething clouds over the battlefield; he
waited as the black soldiers of the Queen advanced on him.
Beside him, the silver dragon vanished in a shimmering
of light. The woman stood on his right, in the place of honor
in the battleline. She shook her head, the waves of her silver
hair flipping across her shoulders as she drew her own
weapon. She lifted it skyward, stepped forward with her
right foot, and then she, too, waited for the enemy. There
was a smile on her lips as if she knew something that eluded
the others.
Huma felt a sudden surge of love for the woman. She had
stood beside him in everything - through the bad times
when it seemed that the enemy would win momentarily, and
through the good, when it seemed he would win easily
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