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Back to Empire on the HPe3000
... and ...
"Engenulf..."
"I live, the spell has passed. Here," he said to Nosnra, "Help
me to my feet.
"Your eyes!" Nosnra said, "Can you see?"
"They bleed, and they hurt, but I can see." Engenulf wiped a
ragged cloth across his face and dabbed gently beneath his streaming eyes.
* * *
Harald ran, he hated to abandon the fight and his sword, but the
slope now swarmed with wolves and behind them would come the giant clan.
This magic spell that Ivo cast did not seem to work, he could see himself
as plain as the starlight allowed. In any case he trusted more to his
woodsman skill than any wizards spell.
"Hey" a voice yelled out from nowhere, and suddenly his halfling
friend appeared. "What in the... oh just great." Harold said now visible
to the rangers eye. "Hey don't leave me here, the spells worn off? Hey!"
"I'm right here." Harald said.
"I can't see you, the spell still works for you." said the
halfling.
"What, no I'm not invisible." the ranger seemed bewildered.
"You big ninny, your not invisible to yourself, just to everyone
else." Harold explained. "Enough talk, pick me up and run, my legs are too
short to outpace those wolves."
"Your right." the ranger reached down and lifted the halfling
to his shoulder. "Hang on, this is an uneven path." The big man began to
trot and then, once assured that the halfling would not fall off, began to
run as fast as his legs would go. "How did you break Ivo's spell." he
asked.
"Simple, you nearly stepped on me and suddenly I didn't want to
be invisible anymore." Harold gasped out his voice broken by the rangers
jarring pace.
* * *
Ansgar saw the patrol rush out, their wolves let loose a fearful
whine at the hills edge and would go no further, the curses and shouts
of several voices reached him from across the field.
And though the dawn was still far off, the sun appeared to rise,
due south, a light shown forth brighter than noonday, but blazing low
beneath the hills sloping edge. A tremor ran through the wood beneath his
hand, the walls themselves recoiled, and a mournful wail went on and on,
then faded fast and disappeared. A second voice joined the first, defiant
and filled with wrath, its sound cheered Ansgar and filled him with a
nameless pride. When this light died, it lived for but a moments time,
a purple flame still burned upon his smarting eyes. He cleared them, red
with sleep and bruised by blinding light, beyond the field another fire
burnt, an expanding ball of flame.
"Hugolin, HUGOLIN!" Ansgar yelled above the din. "HUGOLIN! THATS
ENOUGH!" he turned and had to grab Hugolin's arm.
A painful silence rang in all their ears, the alarms echo still
sounded though Hugolin dropped the hammer to the floor.
"WHAT!" he yelled and Ansgar heard it as through a wad of cloth,
muffled and unclear.
* * *
(To Be Continued)