The Legend of Huma by Richard A. Knaak & Mike S. Miller

Author:Richard A. Knaak & Mike S. Miller
Language: eng
Format: mobi, pdf
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 17

Huma’s hand hesitated mere inches from the sword.

The glow persisted, but there was no repetition of the words.

The blade was impressive. The hilt was brilliantly bejeweled, including one massive green stone that seemed to be the source of the glow. A bell protected the user's hand. The blade itself was as sharp as if newly made. Huma's desire to touch it became almost undeniable. With the sword, he was sure that not even Wyrmfather could best him Wyrmfather! The spell was broken as Huma remembered the dragon. With the

sword—no! The knight recoiled from it. He could not say how he knew, but the sword was malevolent. It did not seek his companionship; it sought a slave to do its bidding.

As he turned away from the blade, the light reflected off a polished surface in one corner. Huma scampered over the jewels and coins to get a better look at the object.

It was as he hoped. An elaborate mirror, twice his size. The mirror of which

Wyrmfather had spoken. Huma recalled the sightless eyes of the cavern dweller and wondered how a blind dragon used a mirror. It was evident that Wyrmfather had gathered his treasures over the centuries.

Mirrors. This was the third. One was owned by the nymph. Another hung in the

citadel of Magius. All magical. Had they all been made by the same person? He doubted he would ever know.

"Manling, I would speak with you."

Huma started as the voice of Wyrmfather filled the room. The chamber suddenly was filled with brilliant light, and Huma cursed himself for not realizing his mistake. There were no other entrances to this chamber because the entrance was the ceiling! Even now, the ancient dragon was tugging away the huge slab of rock that served as the lid on his house-size treasure chest. Huma scanned the endless mounds of booty, seeking something and finding that his eyes always returned to the sinister emerald blade.

"Manling." Wyrmfather sniffed and a great smile lit its terrible face, 'The smell of riches is intoxicating, is it not?"

Huma was positive he could cover the distance to the sword in ten seconds. Would he have that much time?

"It is futile to hide, manling. I can smell you out. I can lay waste to this chamber. Yet I do not have to kill you. There might be another way."

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Huma edged toward the sword. Wyrmfather's massive head turned at the sound.

"A bargain, Knight of Solamnia? A task for me in exchange for one of my treasures?

Surely, I have gathered a few things your brethren have lost over the years."

Huma remembered the ancient remains wearing the battered crest of a Knight of the Rose. Had Wyrmfather made the same offer to him? Had he been choosing his prize when the dragon overtook him?

Loose coins slid under Huma's foot, and the dragon's head suddenly blocked his path.

Huma readied his sword, eyeing with regret the other one so near to him. So close!

Wyrmfather sniffed. "A Solamnic Knight, indeed! The game of hide-and-seek is at an

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