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.The spectre was taller than the rest and wore a shimmering crown.His pallid armor wasrichly decorated with dark jewels.His face showed the most terrible grief and anguish.He advancedupon Raistlin.Caramon choked and averted his eyes.Tanis dared not speak or cry out, fearful of disturbing themage and breaking the spell.The spectre raised a fleshless hand, reached out slowly to touch theyoung mage.Tanis trembled-the spectre's touch meant certain death.But Raistlin, entranced, did notmove.Tanis wondered if he even saw the chill hand coming toward his heart.Then Raistlin spoke."You who have been long dead, use my living voice to tell us of your bitter sorrow.Then give us leave to pass through this forest, for our purpose is not evil, as you will see if you read our hearts."The spectre's hand halted abruptly.The pale eyes searched Raistlin's face.Then, shimmering in thedarkness, the spectre bowed before the mage.Tanis sucked in his breath, he had sensed Raistlin'spower, but this.!Raistlin returned the bow, then moved to stand beside the spectre.His face was nearly as pale asthat of the ghostly figure next to him.The living dead and the dead living, Tanis thought,shuddering.When Raistlin spoke, his voice was no longer the wheezing whisper of the fragile mage.It was deepand dark and commanding and rang through the forest.It was cold and hollow and might havecome from below the ground."Who are you who trespass in Darken Wood?"Tanis tried to answer, but his throat had dried up completely.Caramon, next to him, couldn't even lift his head.Then Tanis felt movement at his side.The kender!Cursing himself, he reached out to grab for Tasslehoff, but it was too late.The small figure, topknot dancing, ran out into the light of Raistlin's staff and stood before the spectre.Tasslehoff bowed respectfully."I am Tasslehoff Burrfoot," he said."My friends"-he waved his small hand at the group- "call me Tas.Who are you?""It matters little," the sepulchral voice intoned."Know only that we are warriors from a time long forgotten.""Is it true that you broke a pledge and that's how you come to be here?" Tas asked with interest."It is.We pledged to guard this land.Then came the smoldering mountain from the heavens.Theland was ripped apart.Evil things crept out from the bowels of the earth and we dropped our swordsand fled in terror until bitter death overtook us.We have been called to fulfill our oath as evil once more stalks the land.And here will we remain until evil is driven back and balance is restoredagain."Suddenly Raistlin gave a shriek and flung back his head, his eyes rolling upwards until the watchingcompanions could see only the whites.His voice became a thousand voices crying out at once.Thisstartled even the kender, who stepped back a pace and looked around uneasily for Tanis.The spectre raised his hand in a commanding gesture, and the tumult ceased as though swallowedby the darkness."My men demand to know the reason you enter Darken Wood.If it is for evil, you will find that you have brought evil upon yourselves, for you will not live to see the moons rise.""No, not evil.Certainly not," Tasslehoff said hurriedly."It's kind of a long story, you see, but we're obviously not going anywhere in a big hurry and you're obviously not either, so I'll tell it to you."To begin with, we were in the Inn of the Last Home in Solace.You probably don't know it.I'm not sure how long it's been there, but it wasn't around during the Cataclysm and it sounds like you were.Well, there we were, listening to the old man talking of Huma and he-the old man, not Huma-toldGoldmoon to sing her song and she said what song and then she sang and a Seeker decided to be amusic critic and Riverwind-that's the tall man over there- shoved the Seeker into the fire.It was an accident-he didn't mean to.But the Seeker went up like a torch! You should have seen it! Anyway,the old man handed me the staff and said hit him and I did and the staff turned to blue crystal andthe flames died and-""Blue crystal!" The spectre's voice echoed hollowly from Raistlin's throat as he began to walk toward them.Tanis and Strum both jumped forward, grabbing Tas and dragging him out of the way.But the spectre seemed intent only on examining the group.His flickering eyes focused onGoldmoon.Raising a pale hand, he motioned her forward."No!" Riverwind tried to prevent her from leaving his side, but she pushed away gently and walked over to stand before the spectre, the staff in her hand.The ghostly army encircled them.Suddenly the spectre drew his sword from its pallid sheath.He held it high overhead and white lighttinged with blue flame flickered from the blade."Look at the staff!" Goldmoon gasped.The staff glowed pale blue, as if answering the sword.The ghostly king turned to Raistlin and reached his pale hand toward the entranced mage.Caramongave a hoarse bellow and broke free of Tanis's grip.Drawing his sword, he lunged at the undeadwarrior.The blade pierced the flickering body, but it was Caramon who screamed in pain anddropped, writhing, to the ground.Tanis and Sturm knelt beside him.Raistlin stared ahead, hisexpression unchanged, unmoving."Caramon, where-" Tanis held him, trying frantically to see where the big man was injured."My hand!" Caramon rocked back and forth, sobbing, his left hand-his sword hand-thrust tightly under his right arm."What's the matter?" Tanis asked.Then, seeing the warrior's sword on the ground, he knew;Caramon's sword was rimed with frost.Tanis looked up in horror and saw the spectre's hand close tightly around Raistlin's wrist.A shudder wracked the mage's frail body; his face twisted in pain but he did not fall.The mage's eyes closed,the lines of cynicism and bitterness smoothed away and the peace of death descended on him.Taniswatched in awe, only partially aware of Caramon's hoarse cries.He saw Raistlin's face transformagain, this time imbued with ecstasy.The mage's aura of power intensified until it glowed aroundhim with an almost palpable brilliance."We are summoned," Raistlin said
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