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.As he passed huge depictions of the Thunderbeast adorning the walls, the totem seemed to look on as Vell moved.A few Black Ravens slipped into his wake, but he paid no attention to them or their arrows, which simply zipped past him.Vell made his way into the next room, which he remembered as Gundar's throne room.A simple stone seat, long unoccupied, was the only furniture in the chamber.Vell picked up the throne, held it high over his head, and threw it at the wall.It broke through, dislodging stone blocks and sending streams of dust from the floor above.Vell didn't even blink as the ceiling caved in on him.* * * * *The assembled Thunderbeast warriors watched in awe as the whole face of the King's Lodge crumbled and collapsed in a deafening waterfall of stone.A few screams from the Black Ravens punctuated the noise, but were silenced quickly.Stray pieces of debris bounced toward the Thunderbeasts, but the bulk of the building fell inward and away from the onlookers.A huge cloud of dust billowed up and coated all of Grunwald in a white cloud, thick and oppressive.The shock felt by the Thunderbeasts was nothing compared to that of the raven riders above them, who watched so many of their tribesmen disappear in the rain of debris.Their birds spooked as the terrain beneath them vanished.The creatures circled uneasily, leaving them unprepared for the hail of arrows that emerged from the dust, and letting missiles plunge into their wings and underbellies.Some threw their riders and flew off into the Lurkwood.Finally, the rest of the Black Ravens retreated, demoralized.One of the raven riders fell through the dust and landed hard on the ground.A Thunderbeast readied an axe, but Sungar cried, "Halt!" The chieftain ran to study the enemy, whose blood gurgled at his lips.Sungar held a warhammer at the ready."You are impure," the Black Raven rasped through his failing breath."You are weak.""Not so weak as you think, it seems," said Sungar.He sank his hammer into the Black Raven's brain.As the dust settled in Grunwald, and the skies cleared of Black Ravens, a mighty cheer rose up from the tribe.Soon after, all eyes turned toward the rubble of the King's Lodge."Is this why the Thunderbeast gave Vell its power?" asked Thluna."So that he might save us on this occasion?""Truly, songs will be sung of his sacrifice," Sungar said."He might still live," said Keirkrad.He rubbed his skin, now restored and supple.The tribe set upon the rubble, digging through it for any trace of Vell.They detected a quiet weeping, like the mewing of a kitten.The strongest of the tribe's warriors were needed to lift the rocks that pinned the youth.Although Vell showed no visible injuries, tears stained his cheeks.The tribe stood staring at him, not knowing what to say.Sungar and Keirkrad stepped in."Arise, my son," the chieftain said."You are our salvation this day, and there shall be mead and flesh to celebrate." But Vell lay still and silent, his brown eyes darting.Not a scratch marked his body, but he was wounded, as if he had witnessed all the pain in the world.* * * * *"A thousand lines of doggerel and I'm no closer to understanding this axe," Geildarr complained.His study was littered with handwritten notes scattered on tables and pinned to the walls, and the subject of it all—the battle-axe—still lay across his desk.Ardeth lingered on a few notees."Black feathers fall at the open blade," Ardeth read."With the name of Uthgar on the lips of both friend and foe, eggshells shatter under the kingly might.A revenge is repaid near the sacred site." Then another: "Tharkane's hands on the shaft as the nations clash under tree the eldest.Blue Haloan's blood spoils the foliage.The people of the forest look on but do not present themselves.""Interesting spell, this one," Ardeth said."I thought you'd simply cast it and it would tell you what you need to know about the item.Naive of me.""Divinations, my dear," said Geildarr, "are like Alaundo's Prophecies.They always make perfect sense in the clear light of hindsight.Understanding them beforehand is more difficult.The problem here is that this axe obviously has a very long history.I think it goes back as far as Delzoun, and it hasn't been lying in the dust for all those years, by any means.It's had a very active life.Many stories." He rested his hand on the axe head, curling his fingers over the blade enough to feel its sharpness."Learning the stories is just the beginning," he went on."The legending spell doesn't always tell the truth—just the legends people tell, or used to tell.""And those can be untrue," said Ardeth."Right.And sometimes the legends leave out the most important parts of a story.Each new casting gives me a fuller understanding and allows me to ask more probing questions, but the problem in this case is that there's so much story to cover.""You do have quite a library on the next floor," said Ardeth
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