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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales Ii, Vol. Ii - The Cataclysm
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. The knights have defended Palanthas for
generations. You'll see. When the knights come riding down
in force, those cowards will take one look and beg for
mercy."
"Then why haven't they ridden forth before now?"
"They don't know the danger," she snapped. "No one's
brought them word."
Rubbing her shoulders beneath her heavy cloak, Nikol
abruptly changed the subject. "How hard the wind blows up
here, and how bitter it is. The cold goes through flesh and
bone, strikes at the heart."
"So it does," said Michael, growing more and more
uneasy. "A strange chill, not of winter. I've never known
the like."
"I suppose it's just the high altitude." Nikol tried to
shrug it off. Rising to her feet, she paced the clearing,
peering nervously into the woods. "Nothing out there."
Coming back, she nudged Michael gently with the toe
of her boot. "You didn't hear a word I said. You're smiling.
Tell me. I'd be glad of something to smile about," she
added with a shiver.
"What?" Michael jumped, glanced up, startled. "Oh, it's
nothing, really. Funny, what memories come to you for no
good reason. For a moment, I was a child, back in Xak
Tsaroth. An uncle of mine, one of the nomads, came into
town one day. I don't suppose you ever saw the Plainsmen.
They dress all in leather and bright-colored feathers and
beads. I loved it when they came to visit our family,
bringing their trade goods. This uncle told the most
wonderful stories. I'll never forget them, tales of the dark
gods, who were never supposed to be mentioned then, in
the time of the Kingpriest
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