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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales Ii, Vol. Ii - The Cataclysm
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. Then I would know she is
evil. But she has not. Nothing has changed. I will help her
break the enchantment that keeps her here in this village if it
is at all in my power to do so."
Trevarre fastened his sword belt about his waist and
walked to the door of the ruined cottage. Before he stepped
outside, he laid a gentle hand upon Matya's arm. "I doubt
that it matters to you," he said hesitantly in his clear voice,
"but, to my eyes, you are every bit as lovely."
Before Matya could so much as open her mouth in
surprise, Trevarre was gone.
Matya stood in silence for a long moment, then muttered
angrily under her breath, "The Solamnic Knights aren't
fools. They're idiots!" She stamped out of the open doorway
after Trevarre.
Ciri was waiting for her.
"Do you have an answer for me, Matya?" Ciri asked in
her lilting voice.
Trevarre stood before the enchantress, the wind blowing
his cloak out behind him. He would not raise a hand against
her, Matya knew. What happened next was going to have to
be up to her.
"The answer is no, Ciri," Matya said calmly. "I won't
accept your bargain."
Ciri's eyes flashed, and the wind caught her dark hair,
flinging it wildly about her head. Anger touched her lovely
face. Trevarre, startled, fell back before her fury.
"That is a foolish decision, Matya," Ciri said, all pretext
of sweetness gone from her voice. "I will find another who
will break the enchantment for me. I'll have the doll back!
You both will die!"
The enchantress spread her arms wide, and the wind
whipped about
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