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Dragonlance -- Mary Kirchoff - Kendermore
Atec Март 01 2008 15:16:58
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. Though the road they
traveled passed very near -- easily within one thousand yards of
Que-shu -- a clear view of the village was blocked by the perfectly
circular stone wall surrounding it. Still, the upper levels of several
huge stone temples and a spacious arena could be seen against the blue
sky in the latemorning sun. Barbarian eyes, apparently accustomed to
traffic on the road, watched from atop the wall, but there was no
effort to hail or molest the travelers.
After passing Que-shu, they had stopped for lunch. Gisella
reluctantly dipped into her secret stash of trade goods and produced a
small haunch of expensive Tarsitian smoked ham. While munching his
portion, Tas had looked to the east and was the first to spot the
jagged spines of the mountain range about which they were now
bickering.
"We're traveling downhill now," Woodrow said, detecting a slight
decline. "Maybe this mountain range wasn't included on your map
because it was relatively small," he suggested to Tas.
The kender brightened considerably. "That's probably it!" He
liked finding the answers to mysteries.
Soon their descent became more obvious. Gisella had to strain
mightily on the reins to keep the horses from galloping pell-mell down
the mountain. But before long, mountain evergreens gave way to the
leafy maples and oaks of the foothills.
"It's a straight shot from here to Xak Tsaroth," Gisella
announced, giving the horses their heads. The wagon swayed and bounced
and kicked up clouds of dust as the horses bolted down the road
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