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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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I saw four men wading through an ice-baffled forest,
on snowshoes, their footing unsteady, armed with sword
and crossbow.
"Bandits," L'Indasha pronounced, "bound to the service
of Finn of the Dark Hand"
I shivered. The bandit king in Endaf."
The druidess nodded. "They are looking for Pyrrhus
Orestes. Remember that only your mother and you know he
is dead. They seek him because of the renewed fires on the
peninsula. They are bent on taking your father to the beast,
for the legend now goes, and truly, I suppose, that no man
can kill a bard without dire consequence, without a curse
falling to him and to his children."
She looked at me with a sad, ironic smile.
"So the bandits are certain Orestes must die to stop the
fires."
Mother helped me to my feet.
"I ... I don't understand," I said. "It's over. He's killed
himself and brought down a curse on me."
L'Indasha waved her hand for silence. "It wasn't the
killing that cursed you. It was the words - what he said
before he died. Now you must go from here - anywhere, the
farther, the better. But not to Finn's Ear, the bandit king's
stronghold on the Caergoth shore."
"Why should I leave?" I asked. "They are after my
father, not me. I STILL don't understand."
"Your scars," she replied, emphatically, impatiently.
"The whole world will mistake you for your father, because
of the scars."
"I'll tell them who I really am!" I protested, but the
druidess only smiled.
"They won't believe you," she said. "They will see only
what they expect
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