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.All the hope she'd lost, all the faith that had fled from her-both faith in herself and in her goddess's willingness to provide for her-came flooding back.It overwhelmed her.She'd given up believing in the lies she'd been told.Now, now was there yet some grain of truth in the stories of the dead wizard named Chare'en and the magical staff that lay in his crypt? Could it be true?Her spirit was almost torn asunder.Never before had she found such a pit of despair within her, and now to be pulled out so quickly and completely to learn that her greatest wish had come true was almost more than she could take.She steadied herself with a hand on the stone floor.Melann told herself that she dare not believe it before she saw it with her own eyes, but it was too late.All her hopes and faith now rested on the words of Vheod-noble Vheod who had overcome the temptation of his own evil soul.He'd rejected Orrag, and now his strength brought him to the staff that would lift the curse on her family.She owed it all to- Whitlock!Melann realized that before she could do anything, she had to save her brother.She lowered his body slowly to the ground and stood up.She took a deep breath, then another.Her hands raised above her head, and she whispered, "Great Mother, please… I don't know if I've followed your will to come here or not, but I need your help.I probably don't deserve your attention now, but my brother is dying." Summoning what inner strength remained, she performed the healing rite and lowered her hands to Whitlock's bleeding abdomen.Before her eyes, the gaping wound exposed by the tear in his shirt blurred and disappeared, leaving only healthy flesh."Oh, thank you! Praise Chauntea-provider and nurturer of life!”Whitlock remained unconscious, but Melann knew he would live.His condition was still fragile, he needed rest, and any undue stress might still pose a danger to him.She should remain at his side.But the staff! How could she not go see the object of their quest? It was the culmination of all their dreams and plans.They could cure their parents and ensure that their family was free of the affliction forever.She and Whitlock could live out their lives without fear of the curse.That staff meant freedom and peace.Melann looked down at her brother and smiled.She stood and walked into the strange room from which Vheod had called to her.Once inside, Melann saw the contents of the room in greater detail.At the center was the glass prison, eighteen feet in height and more than half as wide.Orbiting around it, however, were strangely shaped objects of all sizes-some as large as a horse-that rotated, rose, fell, and circled around each other.All these objects were connected together in a complex web of metal supported at the center of the room around the area of the floor on which the oval vessel of green, glassy stone rested.The spinning spectacle of metal whirled at great speed all around the prison, filling the room that stretched at least three hundred feet in all directions, but it never touched the green glass egg itself.Vheod stood before the glass prison, reaching toward it.What was he doing? Was he compelled by his evil side, even now, to liberate dread Chare'en? Was there no end to his internal struggle?"No, Vheod, don't! Not after all you've already overcome," she shouted at him from just inside the doorway leading into the vast chamber."But," he said, turning his head toward her, "the staff…"Melann looked more closely at the prison.There, barring the seal that held the two halves of the egglike vessel together was a wooden, rune-covered staff.Both the staff's ends were capped in silver, and the runes that ran up and down its four sides were inlaid also in silver.It sparkled with a radiant beauty that seemed out of place here.The silver glow that came from the staff extended from it like tethers lashing it to the prison, holding it against the seam over a silver seal.It was clear that to remove the staff, the seal had to be broken.The figure inside the glass prison shifted its position and flexed its wings.It seemed as though it was listening to the conversation.It seemed that it was preparing to escape its imprisonment."Without it, your parents will die," Vheod told her."You may die.""That doesn't matter now," she told him [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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