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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales Ii, Vol. Ii - The Cataclysm
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She cupped her ear, leaned forward.
" 'Tis in the poem. Or, rather, NOT in the poem."
Mother frowned. I knew she saw Orestes in me now-
poetic and full of contradictions.
I tried to be more clear about it.
"These lines Father wrote and rewrote and worked over
are... are the lie. Don't you see, Mother? The druidess said
that THE PAST IS LIES, AND LIES CAN ALWAYS
CHANGE. These are - " I thumbed through the book,
looking early and late " - these are the only lines he has
fretted over.
"It's as though ... he was trying to ..." I looked at
Mother. "... change the lies back to the truth."
I did not know whether that was so or not. I stepped
quietly to the strongbox and took out my father's harp, one
thick string missing, and held it for a long moment. It fit my
hand exactly and when I put it down, I could not shake
away its memory from my grasp. When I looked at Mother
again, her eyes had changed. We both knew what I would
say next.
"Yes, I MUST go, but not because they seek me. I will
go because I have to find the lost song," I announced.
"Father's words are still hiding something."
One of the dogs rumbled and rose from the shadows,
stretching and sniffing lazily in the dwindling firelight.
Then his ears perked and he gave a low, angry growl.
Mother scrambled to her feet and to the door, a
confusion of soundless sobs and flickering hands.
"I know. They're coming," I said. "I must hurry.
Finding the truth is saving my life. The druidess said so."
I stroked the ears of Mateo, the largest of the dogs, who
looked up at me solemnly, his thick shoulders pressing
against my legs until I staggered a little at the weight
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