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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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. Since the Proclamation of Manifest
Virtue, evil sorcerers have plotted to stop this great
cleansing work. Perhaps some wizard sought to prevent the
serpentine bowl from reaching Istar." Imkhian drew
himself up taller, his eyes glinting proudly. "But the will of
the Kingpriest is not easily thwarted."
"May his blessings continue upon us," Dunvane
murmured with feeling.
Imkhian frowned and studied the sea captain intently,
as if searching for some sign of insincerity. Dunvane
shifted uneasily.
"Ahoy! Shipwreck, ahoy!" came a cry from on deck.
Bowing, Dunvane hastily quit the cabin, jamming his hat
back on his head. The mate and the other two members of
his crew stood at the starboard rail, peering into the murk.
The first mate put his hands around his mouth and crowed
again, "Shipwreck, ahoy!"
Then the captain saw it. Lying very low in the water,
some thousand yards off, was a dark, floating object. It
resembled a fair-sized vessel, lying on its beam ends.
"Is the helm answering?" asked Dunvane.
"Aye, Captain, but without sheets, we're flowing with
the current," Norry replied.
"That will do. Bring her about, four points to
starboard."
Sluggishly, the SUNCHASER turned its bluff bow
toward the distant wreck. The smoky dust hanging in the air
parted silently as the SUNCHASER glided along.
"Two points more," called Dunvane. He climbed the
rigging and clung to the shrouds, studying the wreck as they
came steadily closer. From his loftier perch, he saw that the
sea ahead was flecked with flotsam of every kind: tree
branches, boards, straw, bottles, the carcasses of drowned
animals
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