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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales Ii, Vol. Ii - The Cataclysm
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. "Astinus.
The great library. Go to Palanthas. There you will
find the answer you seek."
"Palanthas!" Michael sat back on his heels, appalled.
The thought of more months of traveling, of venturing back
out into the savage land, came close to driving him to the
pathetic state of this pitiable woman.
But Nikol's eyes shone. "Palanthas! The High Clerist's
Tower, strong bastion of the Solamnic Knights. Yes, THAT
is where we will find answers. Come, Michael," she said,
rising briskly to her feet. "We can get in an hour's
journeying before sunset."
Michael stood reluctantly. "Are you sure you won't
come with us, Mistress?"
"This is my place," she said to him, fingering the cloak.
"How will they know where to find me otherwise? Thank
you for this wrap, though. I will be warm now, as I wait."
He started to go, felt a strong tugging at his heart.
Turning, he stared at her. Suddenly, she seemed very
familiar. Perhaps he'd known her - a friend, a neighbor.
"How can I leave you?"
She smiled, a strange, sad smile. "Go with my blessing,
child. Someday, you, too, will return. And when you do, I
will be waiting."
Part IV
The great seaport city of Palanthas, built by dwarves,
fabled as far back as the Age of Might, was, according to
swift-flying rumor, one of the few cities to come through
the Cataclysm almost unscathed. Michael and Nikol, to
their astonishment and disquiet, found themselves two
drops in a steadily flowing stream of refugees, flowing
toward what was purportedly a rich, safe harbor
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