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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales Ii, Vol. Ii - The Cataclysm
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Suddenly Matya froze.
"What is it?" Trevarre asked, looking quickly about in
alarm. "Goblins?"
"No," Matya whispered. "No, it's a face."
She pointed to the boulder Trevarre had been sitting on.
They had not noticed it earlier, because the shadows had
obscured it, but with the sun directly overhead, Matya now
saw it as plain as day. The boulder was carved in the face of
a man.
The carving was weathered and cracked - it must have
been ancient - but Matya still could make out the proud,
kingly features, the aquiline nose, and deep, moss-filled
eyes. Looking around, she saw that other overgrown
boulders were parts of a man - one shaped like a hand,
another like a shoulder, still another like a boot.
"It is a statue," Trevarre said in amazement, "a gigantic
statue. It must have fallen over years ago, by the looks of it,
probably in the Cataclysm."
"Wait, there are two of them," Matya said, pointing to
another broken boulder, which was carved in the form of a
regal-looking woman.
"The two giants," Trevarre said. "It seems the maiden's
directions were not so inadequate after all."
*****
The road beyond the ruined statues was all but hidden
by a tangle of willows and brambles. Matya doubted that
anyone had come this way in a long time. The way was
passable but overgrown and rutted. Trevarre winced each
time the wagon's wheel hit a bump, but he said nothing.
"He has courage, if not sense," Matya told herself. She
glanced at him, and for a brief moment her hard expression
softened
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