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.When the arrow was ready, he quickly fitted it to his bow.With a strength far beyond that suggested by his slender frame, the elf pulled the arrow back to its flaming point.For a moment he held it, drawing up strength from the forest floor beneath him.Then he loosed both the arrow and a hawklike cry.The fire-bearing arrow streaked through the night like a falling star, plummeting into the dried weeds, crushed and matted by the passage of many feet, that surrounded the wooden building.As smoke spiraled upward toward the stars, elven arrows kept at bay all those who tried to quench the gathering flames.Vile oaths and shouts of anger and fear poured from the building like smoke, but at last the humans were forced to stagger from the burning barn into the night."Shoot while you can, fight hand-to-hand when you must," Foxfire said tersely."Have ready a second weapon; as soon as possible we must arm any of the captives who are still able to fight.You, little sister, bide here and await our return."But the rescued elf maid seized the steel knife from his hands."For my mother," she said before he could protest, and she showed him the bone dagger Tamara had already given her."You are a brave and blooded warrior, but you are hurt," he said gently."I can still fight," she insisted.Her eyes glowed with intense fervor as she seized his hand and pressed it to her lips."And I will follow you to death and beyond!"With these words, the elf maid darted out into the field, her thin, dark form silhouetted against the leaping flames.The other elves followed suit at once, fanning out as they went, running as silently as a pack of wolves.Foxfire and Korrigash exchanged a wry glance and then kicked into a run."I used to wonder why, of the two of us, you ended up as war leader," the dark-haired elf observed."Especially seeing as how I can outrun, out-shoot, and outfight you."A fleeting grin softened Foxfire's grim face."Ill remember that challenge, my friend, and disprove it another day! So what is this secret?""You know when to follow," Korrigash said.The elven leader's black eyes settled upon the child warrior.She was the first to reach the humans.Her frail form was barely visible in the roiling smoke, crouched as she was astride a fallen man, but her arm rose again and again as the steel sank home.Foxfire nodded, recognizing the truth of his friend's observation, though he himself had never thought long on the matter.Korrigash had a gift for saying much with few words."High-sun and two," Korrigash gritted out, naming a time of day and a direction.Reflexively, his friend snapped up his bow and loosed an arrow ahead and to his right.The swirling smoke parted to reveal a human fighter, an elf-bolt buried in his gut and a look of surprise on hie face.In his bland was a length of chain-still whirling-that he'd been preparing to launch at Foxfire.The impromptu weapon wrapped around the human's arm with a sickening thud and a crack of bone.When the human opened his mouth to scream, all that emerged was a sudden bright gush.Foxfire turned away from the sight, for the death of his enemies gave him no pleasure.He touched the other elf s arm in silent thanks and pulled his dagger.Suddenly there was no more time for words.The battle closed around them with a hellish cacophony: a roaring of flames, the shrieks of rage and pain, and the deafening pounding of their own blood against their ears.The two elves spun and stood back to back to confront together a horror that both had long feared and neither understood:A war against the humans.The door of the Breaching Whale tavern slammed open, sending shudders through the many-paned windows that fronted the dock.An elf woman burst into the taproom as if she'd been thrust through the door by the winds of a freak summer storm.She was uncommonly tall for an elf, white-skinned and raven-haired-a startling coloring common to the moon people.Vivid blue eyes flamed like wizard fire as she stalked across the suddenly silent room,Sandusk Truffledigger, the halfling barkeep, watched warily as the elf woman descended upon him with the force of a funnel cloud."Where is Carreigh Macumail?" she demanded, punctuating her question by slamming both hands upon the polished wooden counter [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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