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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales Ii, Vol. Ii - The Cataclysm
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The Lady Drule shook her head sadly. "Gonna need to
forage soon," she said. " 'Bout outta stuff."
She wandered toward the entrance - or where the
entrance had been - and looked at a mighty wall of fallen
stone. There was no way out. The entrance was sealed.
Behind her, a whining voice said, "So much for that."
She turned to see the Grand Notioner, leaning on his
mop handle. "Guess so," she said.
"So what we do now?"
"Dunno." Lady Drule shrugged. "All go find Highbulp,
I guess. Let him decide."
"Decide what?" Hunch frowned. "Highbulp dumb as a
post. What bright idea he gonna have?"
"Highbulp our glorious leader," Drule pointed out. "He
think of somethin'."
"Hmph!"
He followed along, though, with all the rest, when the
Lady Drule set out in search of the Highbulp. The last she
had seen of him, he and most of the other males had been
disappearing into a crack in the back of the cave. The
search began there.
Beyond the crack was an erosion seep, a damp,
winding tunnel that led away into the hill, curving beyond
sight, heading generally upward. Drule started treading
along it, and there was a clamor behind her. "What
happen?" She turned to look.
"Nothin'," someone said. "Somebody fall down."
"Come on," the Lady Drule urged them. "Keep up."
*****
A smoke-hazed sun had crossed much of the sky, and
the hot, searing winds from the east had changed to cool,
whispering winds drifting down from the shattered peaks to
the west
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