Dragonlance 07 - Dragons of the Dwarven Depths by Weis Margaret & Margaret & Hickman Weis

Author:Weis, Margaret & Margaret & Hickman Weis [Weis, Margaret]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780786942619
Publisher: Wizards of the Coast

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Raistlin stood over Sturm, shining his light on the knight, as Caramon examined him. “He’s alive. His life-beat is strong. I don’t know what’s wrong with him. I can’t find any wounds…”

Tanis looked sternly at Tas.

“I didn’t do it!” Tas said immediately. “I found him on the floor, unconscious. The helm was next to him. I think he must have dropped it.”

“The helm dropped him, so to speak,” said Raistlin. “Since Prince Grallen is once more in the hall of his fathers, the magic of the helm has released the knight. When Sturm wakes, he will be himself— more’s the pity.”

Tanis held out his hand to the kender. “I think you’d better give me the helm.”

Tasslehoff clutched the helm to his chest. “Those ugly dwarves were going to steal it! I saved it! Couldn’t I try it on just once? I’d love to be a dwarf—”

“Over my dead body!” Flint hollered from out of the darkness.

“Sturm!” Caramon was shaking his friend by the shoulder. “Sturm! Wake up!”

The knight groaned and opened his eyes. He stared at Caramon in confusion for a moment, then he recognized his friend.

“Why did you let me sleep so long? You should have wakened me. It must be well past my turn to stand watch.” Sturm sat up and then put his hand to his head, assailed by a sudden dizziness. “I was having the strangest dream…”

Tanis motioned Raistlin off to one side. “Will he remember anything of this?”

“I doubt it,” said Raistlin. “In fact, he may have difficulty believing us when we tell him what happened to him.”

“Sturm, I swear it’s true!” Caramon was saying. “You put the helm on your head and suddenly you weren’t you. You were a dwarf, Prince Grallen. We’re not in Skullcap anymore. You brought us here to Thorbardin. No, really, Sturm. I’m not lying. It happened, I swear it. If you don’t believe me, ask Tanis.”

Sturm turned to Tanis, recoiled from him in shock. “What are you doing here in Skullcap? You went with Flint.”

He paused, stared about in confusion. “Is it true then, what Caramon tells me? That I was under… some sort of enchantment? That we are here, inside Thorbardin? And that I led you?” He looked truly perplexed. “I don’t know how that can be! I have no idea where we are, or how we came here!”

“Perhaps next time I warn you to leave an object alone, you will heed my advice,” Raistlin remarked.

Sturm looked at Raistlin, and his face flushed in anger. Then his gaze went to the helm, which Tasslehoff had reluctantly and with much protesting handed over to Tanis. Sturm looked at the helm for a long time. His anger faded. He glanced again at Raistlin and said gruffly, “Perhaps I will.” Shaking his head, he turned and walked off, out of the light and into the darkness.

“He needs time alone,” Raistlin said, stopping Tanis, who would have gone to speak to him. “Sturm has to come to terms with this himself. You have other matters to think about, Half-Elven.

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