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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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. At first I thought I should run for help, but I didn't
know if Goodwife Filster would behave herself long enough
for me to find Magistrate Jarvis and get back without
anyone being hurt. I carefully put down the satchel with the
facts machine and looked down at the steps and thought and
thought. Goodwife Filster was saying something about
beasts and dragons and fires from the Abyss, and she wasn't
making a lot of sense, though in a way she was, even if it
was a very awful sort of logic.
About then I remembered a trick I had once played on
Ark when I was small, something I had sworn never to do
again after I'd tried the trick, and Ark had broken two of his
fingers, for which I'd been spanked and felt bad over for
weeks. I was looking at the bottom of the door frame, where
part of the frame had fallen off but left some nails sticking
out, just enough to tie a string across the bottom of the door
above ankle height.
I felt in my robe pockets for some string, but I didn't
have any. Then I remembered my once-holy symbol of
Gilean, and I carefully slid its chain off my neck and knelt
down by the door as quietly as I could. It took a few
seconds for me to wrap the chain around the nails on either
side of the doorway. It was dark, and I didn't think
Goodwife Filster would see the chain until it was too late.
Then I grabbed the satchel.
I thought about calling for Goodwife Filster to come
outside, but I thought she might say no and burn down our
home. That left only one solution, and from the sound of
things inside, I was going to have to do it now
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