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a, charm that will allow you to pass through Shoikan Grove.
The way will not be easy" - his sarcasm returned - "but,
undoubtedly your faith will sustain you!"
Pulling his hood low over his eyes, the mage bowed silently
to Crysania, who could only stare at him, then he walked
toward the door with slow, faltering steps. Reaching out a skel-
etal hand, he pulled the bell rope. The door opened and
Bertrem entered so swiftly and suddenly that Crysania knew he
must have been posted outside. Her lips tightened. She flashed
the Aesthetic such a furious, imperious glance that the man
paled visibly, though totally unaware of what crime he had
committed, and mopped his shining forehead with the sleeve of
his robe.
Raistlin started to leave, but Crysania stopped him. "I-I
apologize for not trusting you, Raistlin Majere," she said softly.
"And, again, I thank you for coming."
Raistlin turned. "And I apologize for my sharp tongue," he
said. "Farewell, Revered Daughter. If you truly do not fear
knowledge, then come to the Tower two nights from this night,
when Lunitari makes its first appearance in the sky."
"I will be there," Crysania answered firmly, noting with plea-
sure Bertrem's look of shocked horror. Nodding in good-bye,
she rested her hand lightly on the back of the ornately carved
wooden chair.
The mage left the room, Bertrem followed, shutting the door
behind him.
Left alone in the warm, silent room, Crysania fell to her
knees before the chair. "Oh, thank you, Paladine!" she
breathed. "I accept your challenge. I will not fail you! I will not
fail!"

CHAPTER 1

Behind her, she
could hear the sound of clawed feet, scrapping through the
leaves of the forest. Tika tensed, but tried to act as if she didn't
hear, luring the creature on. Firmly, she gripped her sword in
her hand. Her heart pounded. Closer and closer came the foot-
steps, she could hear the harsh breathing. The touch of a
clawed hand fell upon her shoulder. Whirling about, Tika
swung her sword and... knocked a tray full of mugs to the
floor with a crash.
Dezra shrieked and sprang backward in alarm. Patrons sit-
ting at the bar burst into raucous laughter. Tika knew her face
must be as red as her hair. Her heart was pounding, her hands
shook.
"Dezra," she said coldly, "you have all the grace and brains of
a gully dwarf. Perhaps you and Raf should switch places. You
carry out the garbage and I'll let him wait tables!"
Dezra looked up from where she knelt, picking broken pieces