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.He would see where they took Haplo and, if possible, what theydid to him.And what he did to them.Wadding what was left of his sock into a ball, Limbeck wedged the sock into acorner and, moving more quietly (without his boots) than any dwarf had evermoved in the history of the race, he crept down the hall after Haplo and theelf.Haplo had no idea where he was, except that he had been brought to one of theunderground tunnels dug by the Kicksey-winsey.Not a Sartan tunnel.No.Aquick glance at the wall confirmed his thinking.No Sartan runes, anywhere.Hebanished the thought as swiftly as it came.Of course, the serpents now knewabout the secret Sartan tunnels, if they didn't know about them before.Butbest not to let them know anything else, if he could help it.Except that Bane."The boy?" The serpent-elf glanced at Haplo."Don't concern yourself.I senthim back with my men.They're real elves, of course.I'm theircaptain Sang-drax is my name in elven.Rather clever, don't you agree?* Yes,I've sent Bane along to the real elves.He'll be of far more value to us intheir hands.Quite a remarkable mensch, that Bane.We have great hopes forhim."Drax" means "dragon" in elven."Sang" means snake."No, no, I assure you, master." The red eyes flickered."The child's not underour control.No need.Ah, but here we are.Feeling better? Good.We want youto be able to concentrate fully on what the Royal One has to say.""Before you kill me," Haplo mumbled.Sang-drax smiled, shook his head, but he made no response.He cast a casualglance up and down the corridor.Then, keeping a firm grip on the Patryn, theserpent-elf reached out, knocked on a door.A dwarf opened it."Give me a hand," said Sang-drax, indicating Haplo."He's heavy."The dwarf nodded.Between them, they manhandled the still-groggy Patryn intothe room.The dwarf kicked at the door to shut it, but didn't bother to see ifhe'd succeeded.Apparently, they felt secure in their hideout."I have brought him, Royal One," called Sang-drax."Enter and welcome to our guest," was the response, given in human.Limbeck, stealing along behind the two, soon became completely lost.Hesuspected the elf had doubled back on his own trail, and he watched anxiously,half afraid that the elf would come across the woolen thread.But Limbeckconcluded he must have been mistaken, for they never did.They traveled a great distance through the tunnels.Limbeck grew tired ofwalking.His bare feet were icy cold and bruised from stubbing his toes onwalls in the dark.He hoped that Haplo would start to feel better; then, withLimbeck's help, they could both jump the elf and escape.Haplo groaned, didn't look particularly energetic, however.The elf didn'tappear concerned over his prisoner.He would pause occasionally, but that wasonly to shift his burden more comfortably on his shoulders.He'd then continueon, an eerie red glow coming from some unknown source lighting his way."My goodness, elves are strong," Limbeck remarked to himself."Far strongerthan I'd imagined." He noted down this fact to be taken into account shouldfull-scale war ever be mounted against the enemy.They took many twists and turns down winding corridors.Then the elf came to ahalt.Easing the injured Haplo back against the wall, the elf glanced casuallyup and down the corridor.Limbeck shrank back into a convenient passageway located directly across fromwhere the elf was standing and flattened himself against the wall.Now Limbeckknew the source of the eerie red glow it emanated from the elf's eyes.The strange eyes with their fiery gaze flared in Limbeck's direction.ThePage 91 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlhorrible, unnatural light almost blinded him.He knew he'd been discovered andhe crouched, cowering, waiting to be apprehended.But the eyes' flaming gazepassed right over him, flitted on down the corridor, and back again.Limbeck went limp in relief.He was reminded of the time one of the 'lectriczingers on the Kicksey-winsey had gone amok, spit out great bolts oflightning, before the dwarves managed to get it under control.One of thosebolts had whizzed right past Limbeck's ear.Had he been standing six inches tohis left, he would have been sizzled.Had the dwarf been standing six inchesin front of himself, the elf would have spotted him.As it was, the elf was satisfied that he was unobserved.But then he hadn'tseemed all that worried about it to begin with.Nodding to himself insatisfaction, the elf turned and knocked on a door.It opened.Light streamed out.Limbeck blinked, his eyes adjusting to thesudden brilliance."Give me a hand here," said the elf.**Limbeck learned to speak the elven language from Captain Bothar'el.Expecting another elf to come to the aid of the first, Limbeck was astonishedbeyond measure to see a dwarf emerge from the doorway.A dwarf!Fortunately for Limbeck, his shock at seeing a dwarf assisting an elf to carrythe reviving Haplo into this secret, subterranean room was so great that itparalyzed his tongue and all his other faculties into the bargain.Otherwise,he might have cried out "Hey!" "Hullo!" or "What in the name of Great-auntSally's side whiskers do you think you're doing?" and given himself away.As it was, by the time Limbeck's brain had reestablished communication withthe rest of Limbeck, the elf and the dwarf had dragged a groggy Haplo into theroom.They closed the door behind them, and Limbeck's heart traveled down towhere his boots had once been.Then he noticed a crack of light, and his heartjumped, though it didn't quite manage to make it back up to its proper place,for it still seemed to be beating somewhere around the level of his knees.Thedoor had been left slightly ajar.It wasn't courage that urged Limbeck forward.It was: What? Why? How?Curiosity, the driving force in his life, drew him toward that room as the'lectrical iron-tuggers on the Kicksey-winsey tugged iron.Limbeck wasstanding at the door, one bespectacled eye to the crack, before he realizedwhat he was doing or gave a thought to his peril.Dwarves in collusion with the enemy! How could such a thing be? He'd find outwho the traitors were and he'd.well, he'd.or maybe he'd.Limbeck stared, blinked.He drew back, then brought two eyes to the crack,thinking that one had been playing tricks on him.It hadn't.He took off hisspectacles, rubbed his eyes, looked again.Humans were in the room! Humans and elves and dwarves.All standing around aspeaceful as can be.All getting along together.All, apparently, united inbrotherhood.With the exception that their eyes glowed red and that they filled Limbeckwith a cold, nameless terror, he couldn't remember having seen a morewonderful sight.Humans, elves, dwarves one.Haplo stood in the room, staring around him.The horrible sensation ofalternately freezing and burning had ceased, but now he was weak, wrung out.He longed to sleep, recognized this as his body's desire to heal itself,reestablish the circle of his being, his magic.And I'll be dead long before that can happen.The room was large and dimly lit by a few flickering lanterns hanging frompegs on the walls.Haplo was at first confused by what he saw.But men, onsecond thought, it made sense.It was logical, brilliant.He sank into a chairthat Sang-drax shoved beneath his limp legs.Yes, it made perfect sense.Page 92 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlThe room was filled with mensch: elves like Sang-drax, humans like Bane,dwarves like Limbeck and Jarre [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.He would see where they took Haplo and, if possible, what theydid to him.And what he did to them.Wadding what was left of his sock into a ball, Limbeck wedged the sock into acorner and, moving more quietly (without his boots) than any dwarf had evermoved in the history of the race, he crept down the hall after Haplo and theelf.Haplo had no idea where he was, except that he had been brought to one of theunderground tunnels dug by the Kicksey-winsey.Not a Sartan tunnel.No.Aquick glance at the wall confirmed his thinking.No Sartan runes, anywhere.Hebanished the thought as swiftly as it came.Of course, the serpents now knewabout the secret Sartan tunnels, if they didn't know about them before.Butbest not to let them know anything else, if he could help it.Except that Bane."The boy?" The serpent-elf glanced at Haplo."Don't concern yourself.I senthim back with my men.They're real elves, of course.I'm theircaptain Sang-drax is my name in elven.Rather clever, don't you agree?* Yes,I've sent Bane along to the real elves.He'll be of far more value to us intheir hands.Quite a remarkable mensch, that Bane.We have great hopes forhim."Drax" means "dragon" in elven."Sang" means snake."No, no, I assure you, master." The red eyes flickered."The child's not underour control.No need.Ah, but here we are.Feeling better? Good.We want youto be able to concentrate fully on what the Royal One has to say.""Before you kill me," Haplo mumbled.Sang-drax smiled, shook his head, but he made no response.He cast a casualglance up and down the corridor.Then, keeping a firm grip on the Patryn, theserpent-elf reached out, knocked on a door.A dwarf opened it."Give me a hand," said Sang-drax, indicating Haplo."He's heavy."The dwarf nodded.Between them, they manhandled the still-groggy Patryn intothe room.The dwarf kicked at the door to shut it, but didn't bother to see ifhe'd succeeded.Apparently, they felt secure in their hideout."I have brought him, Royal One," called Sang-drax."Enter and welcome to our guest," was the response, given in human.Limbeck, stealing along behind the two, soon became completely lost.Hesuspected the elf had doubled back on his own trail, and he watched anxiously,half afraid that the elf would come across the woolen thread.But Limbeckconcluded he must have been mistaken, for they never did.They traveled a great distance through the tunnels.Limbeck grew tired ofwalking.His bare feet were icy cold and bruised from stubbing his toes onwalls in the dark.He hoped that Haplo would start to feel better; then, withLimbeck's help, they could both jump the elf and escape.Haplo groaned, didn't look particularly energetic, however.The elf didn'tappear concerned over his prisoner.He would pause occasionally, but that wasonly to shift his burden more comfortably on his shoulders.He'd then continueon, an eerie red glow coming from some unknown source lighting his way."My goodness, elves are strong," Limbeck remarked to himself."Far strongerthan I'd imagined." He noted down this fact to be taken into account shouldfull-scale war ever be mounted against the enemy.They took many twists and turns down winding corridors.Then the elf came to ahalt.Easing the injured Haplo back against the wall, the elf glanced casuallyup and down the corridor.Limbeck shrank back into a convenient passageway located directly across fromwhere the elf was standing and flattened himself against the wall.Now Limbeckknew the source of the eerie red glow it emanated from the elf's eyes.The strange eyes with their fiery gaze flared in Limbeck's direction.ThePage 91 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlhorrible, unnatural light almost blinded him.He knew he'd been discovered andhe crouched, cowering, waiting to be apprehended.But the eyes' flaming gazepassed right over him, flitted on down the corridor, and back again.Limbeck went limp in relief.He was reminded of the time one of the 'lectriczingers on the Kicksey-winsey had gone amok, spit out great bolts oflightning, before the dwarves managed to get it under control.One of thosebolts had whizzed right past Limbeck's ear.Had he been standing six inches tohis left, he would have been sizzled.Had the dwarf been standing six inchesin front of himself, the elf would have spotted him.As it was, the elf was satisfied that he was unobserved.But then he hadn'tseemed all that worried about it to begin with.Nodding to himself insatisfaction, the elf turned and knocked on a door.It opened.Light streamed out.Limbeck blinked, his eyes adjusting to thesudden brilliance."Give me a hand here," said the elf.**Limbeck learned to speak the elven language from Captain Bothar'el.Expecting another elf to come to the aid of the first, Limbeck was astonishedbeyond measure to see a dwarf emerge from the doorway.A dwarf!Fortunately for Limbeck, his shock at seeing a dwarf assisting an elf to carrythe reviving Haplo into this secret, subterranean room was so great that itparalyzed his tongue and all his other faculties into the bargain.Otherwise,he might have cried out "Hey!" "Hullo!" or "What in the name of Great-auntSally's side whiskers do you think you're doing?" and given himself away.As it was, by the time Limbeck's brain had reestablished communication withthe rest of Limbeck, the elf and the dwarf had dragged a groggy Haplo into theroom.They closed the door behind them, and Limbeck's heart traveled down towhere his boots had once been.Then he noticed a crack of light, and his heartjumped, though it didn't quite manage to make it back up to its proper place,for it still seemed to be beating somewhere around the level of his knees.Thedoor had been left slightly ajar.It wasn't courage that urged Limbeck forward.It was: What? Why? How?Curiosity, the driving force in his life, drew him toward that room as the'lectrical iron-tuggers on the Kicksey-winsey tugged iron.Limbeck wasstanding at the door, one bespectacled eye to the crack, before he realizedwhat he was doing or gave a thought to his peril.Dwarves in collusion with the enemy! How could such a thing be? He'd find outwho the traitors were and he'd.well, he'd.or maybe he'd.Limbeck stared, blinked.He drew back, then brought two eyes to the crack,thinking that one had been playing tricks on him.It hadn't.He took off hisspectacles, rubbed his eyes, looked again.Humans were in the room! Humans and elves and dwarves.All standing around aspeaceful as can be.All getting along together.All, apparently, united inbrotherhood.With the exception that their eyes glowed red and that they filled Limbeckwith a cold, nameless terror, he couldn't remember having seen a morewonderful sight.Humans, elves, dwarves one.Haplo stood in the room, staring around him.The horrible sensation ofalternately freezing and burning had ceased, but now he was weak, wrung out.He longed to sleep, recognized this as his body's desire to heal itself,reestablish the circle of his being, his magic.And I'll be dead long before that can happen.The room was large and dimly lit by a few flickering lanterns hanging frompegs on the walls.Haplo was at first confused by what he saw.But men, onsecond thought, it made sense.It was logical, brilliant.He sank into a chairthat Sang-drax shoved beneath his limp legs.Yes, it made perfect sense.Page 92 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlThe room was filled with mensch: elves like Sang-drax, humans like Bane,dwarves like Limbeck and Jarre [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]