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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales Ii, Vol. Ii - The Cataclysm
Atec Март 01 2008 15:15:58
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. Dornay himself nearly collapsed
as he dismounted, but the young knight took care of his
horse, fed and tethered the animal. He built a small campfire,
over which he set a piece of meat to cooking.
The aroma of the cooking meat drifted over to Rennard.
The smell brought a terrible hunger for food. Without
thinking, he stepped toward the fire. The horse, sensing
him, neighed loudly and pulled on its reins.
Erik, just removing his helm, looked swiftly around.
Rennard paid no attention to the knight. The ghost bent
down by the fire and stared at the meat. He nearly forgot the
agony of the plague that eternally tormented him.
"Paladine, Kiri-Jolith, Morgion, Takhisis . .. Gilean . . ."
Rennard chanted in rapid succession. "If there be one who
still watches over me, let me eat! Let me taste it. . ."
The meat sizzled. The ghostly knight reached out.
His fingers went through it, just as they had passed
through the water earlier.
"Not again!" Frustrated, Rennard swung his hand at the
makeshift spit.
Dornay's meal, spit and all, collapsed into the fire.
Rennard stared at his hand. Erik leapt forward and tried
to rescue his meal. Cursing, the young knight dusted off his
food and reset it to cooking.
"Did I do that?" wondered the ghost. He reached out
again, but, to his dismay, his fingers could not touch it. He
could only watch as Dornay removed the hot flesh a minute
or two later and began to eat. Rennard envied every bite.
"This is madness!" Rennard cursed
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