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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales Ii, Vol. Ii - The Cataclysm
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. "The
Revered Son must see this." He burst into the priest's cabin
without knocking. Imkhian stirred sleepily in his berth.
"What's the meaning of this disturbance?" he asked
sternly.
"I have important news, Holy One," Dunvane replied.
"We have reached Istar?" Imkhian sat up. "The
Kingpriest will be very pleased! We're a day early - "
"We're in Istar all right, Revered Son, but Istar is not
here."
"Did you wake me to ply me with riddles?"
Dunvane spread the map on the table and set the lamp
on it. "By the stars of heaven, which I shot not five minutes
ago, I got this as our position." He pointed to the hole in the
chart made by his knife point. Imkhian bent over to study
the map.
"You've simply made an error - "
"I shot our position twice, Holy One," the captain
interrupted. 'The woman was right. What we took for a
tempest was some kind of great upheaval. There's no way of
knowing how far the destruction spreads."
Imkhian straightened. He ran his fingers through his
mussed hair and tugged his wrinkled robe into a semblance
of order. "I am certain the city of Istar is safe, Captain. The
Kingpriest's power is proof against any catastrophe or evil
magic."
Imkhian's voice was strong, positive, calm. But this
time, the captain's fears were not stilled. The two men
stared at each other for a long minute.
"I hope you're right, Revered Son," said Dunvane at last.
He rolled up his chart. "I'd best take the wheel. We're in
unknown waters now, and a captain's place is at the helm
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