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Dragonlance: Anthologies, Book 01 - The Search for Magic: Tales from the War of Souls by Margaret Weis

Author:Margaret Weis [Weis, Margaret]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-7869-1899-7
Publisher: Fanversion Publishing
Published: 2015-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

What paddle machines there were still working rapidly collapsed in the storm. Their mountings in the ice had melted loose, and the trigger-happy current of air smashed them down. Powerless, the smashing iceberg turned in the wind, plowing sideways through the heaving body of water. Raegel got seasick again.

In the storehouse, the gnomes were furiously working-sewing hides together, painting hot pitch on wicker baskets, and other nonsensical doings. Mixun and Raegel shut the driftwood door and slid to the flooring, their backs against the flimsy, quivering console.

“It’due south a whirlwind all right,” Raegel said, wiping his face up. “We’ll soon exist ashore at this rate.”

“I estimate we will reach Enstar in ninety-two minutes,” said the gnome who calculated the Splitting and so accurately. Despite his earlier success, he instantly had fifty other gnomes disputing his estimate. Mixun ground his teeth.

“Fourth dimension waits for gnome i,” Raegel said, leaning his head back.

“Shut upward! Are we in danger?” asked Mixun.

“Danger plenty, even if this floe isn’t a ship. Information technology may exist water ice, but it’s solid. We’ll get ashore and that’ll exist that.”

The gnomes were not almost to see their great project finish and then ignominiously. They sewed their store of hides into a gigantic sail, which they appear they would spread betwixt the peaks atop the iceberg. Using the wind, they would sail the floe away from Enstar.

“And what,” Mixun asked, “are the baskets for?”

The explanation was lengthy, just the crux of the matter was that they were gnomish lifeboats, for use in case the iceberg broke apart.

Tied together by an endless rope, the gnomes ventured along in the storm. Minor as they were, they were carried hither and thither past the tempest, hopelessly snarling the makeshift sail. Driven to help past sheer exasperation, Mixun and Raegel climbed the ridge, dragging the heavy sail backside them. At the top, Mixun threw one leg over and surveyed the scene. His heart climbed into his rima oris.

The coast of Enstar seemed close plenty to touch on. Above a white sand beach, a nighttime headland loomed. Trees tossed in the scouring wind. Under him, Mixun felt the huge floe roll and pitch as information technology collection relentlessly toward land. Raegel arrived a few seconds later on, all the same dragging the gnomes’ useless canvas.

“Forget it!” Mixun shouted. “Look!”

The deep underbelly of the berg struck sand, and the island heeled sharply, throwing the men over the ridge. They skittered downward the melting face of the ridge, jolting to a stop in a ravine full of rain and melt-h2o. Soaked, Mixun tossed the wet hair out of his eyes. They were nonetheless a practiced fifty paces from dry land.

With amazing effeminateness, the ponderous floe pivoted on its natural keel. The ‘bow’ of the island was pushed ashore by the thundering wind. A monstrous grinding filled the air. The ice quivered.

“Here we become!” Raegel shouted.

With a crack equally loud as the Splitting, the fore-stop of the iceberg, fully one-half a mile long, broke off. Fragments of ice the size of houses crashed into the raging ocean. Out of balance, the broken segment heeled over on its end and piled ashore amid heavy waves.

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