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.Gensor watched silently as Shal slowly recovered enough to begin to function again.She turned first to the charred body of the cleric.Tears streaming down her face, she poured the contents of two healing potions on the priest.Much of his flesh mended, but still he did not move.She retrieved his hammer and lifted it in her hands.She screamed her words: "You healed your servant at Valhingen Graveyard so he could die here? You told him to follow me so he could be killed by my enemy?" Shal pointed the hammer at Tarl and cried, "Heal him! Please, heal him!" She dropped her head, lowered her arms, and wept unashamedly.She didn't even notice as the hammer began to glow.Instead, she felt her arms raise with its power, and then she saw the blue aura.It was a warm, almost turquoise shade, and it bathed the cleric in its gentle light.Tarl's first view was of Shal, tears running down her face, the dragon stretched out behind her, and the Hammer of Tyr glowing in her hands, arid he knew she had won.He reached up, pulled her close, and held her tight.He closed his eyes to hold back his own tears as healing energy pulsed through him to her bruised body.The exhaustion from having pressed her spell-casting abilities to their limit slowly left Shal as she and Tarl shared a tremendous warming of flesh and spirit.It was several minutes before Tarl opened his eyes again.His eyes fell on Ren, still slumped against the wall behind the pool.Tarl rushed to his friend.Ren's body was twisted.There were bends in his legs and arms where there were no joints.No simple laying on of hands would heal the big ranger.The cleric pointed to the hexagon with the ioun stones, and Shal rushed around the pool to get them.With two stones in each hand and the Hammer of Tyr before him, Tarl set out to heal his friend.Each and every healing was a miracle, but Tarl felt an overpowering sense of awe this time as bone melded to bone, tissue mended itself, and flesh and spirit healed, wholly, completely, flawlessly.The three sat together silently in the cavern until Tarl finally asked what happened.Ren told the story as he had seen it, and then Shal took over, describing the dragon's final moments and Cadorna and Gensor's insane plunges into the pool."I looked for them when I brought you the ioun stones.There's nothing there.The pool's energy must have turned against them somehow.They're gone, and the pool is filled with ordinary water."Tarl and Ren went to the side of the pool and looked for themselves.The water was a quiet gray-blue.The surface was completely calm, except for an occasional ripple where a butterfly was struggling to lift itself out of the water.For a moment, Ren thought he felt something, a whisper of movement nearby, but he turned and saw only a whirl of butterflies rising from the cavern floor, as though disturbed by a gentle wind."Well," said Ren, returning to Shal's side along with Tarl, "are we ready to celebrate? I mean, the Lord of the Ruins is dead.You did it.You killed the real murderer of Ranthor and Tempest.Cadorna's gone.Tarl has the Hammer of Tyr.What do you say we find a way out of this place?""Cadorna and Gensor came from there." Shal pointed to a doorway that blended into the cavern wall so inconspicuously that a person had to look hard to see it."But what about returning to Phlan? Aren't there going to be more Black Watch soldiers guarding the city?""Probably." Ren nodded."But this time it will be different.Cadorna won't be there to keep our testimony from being heard.And remember, we still have all those documents from Yarash.""Plus the fact that one of my brothers, an elder from the temple, was promoted to Third Councilman when Cadorna became Second.When Cadorna rose to First Councilman, he probably rose to Second," Tarl added."And now, with Cadorna gone, he must be First!" Shal concluded happily.Tarl kept the four ioun stones from the hexagon for the temple.The hexagon itself was of pure gold, and Tarl and Shal agreed that Ren should take it, since he was no longer thieving for a living, but they found nothing else of value in the dragon's lair.When they left, the three discovered the body of the wizard Cadorna had killed, and Shal gathered up his spellbooks and notes as she had Yarash's.A handful of butterflies followed them out, then disappeared into the brightly lit afternoon.On a whim, Ren went past the two dead ogres they had seen earlier and made sure the door with the dragon head was open.A brigade of butterflies—orange, yellow, blue, and green—flew out through the open door and followed the others into the light of a warm afternoon.As they passed through the castle and then through the ruins of Phlan, they found signs everywhere of kobolds, orcs, gnolls, and other creatures, but left to their own devices, without the dominating influence of the Lord of the Ruins, the humanoids and monsters were not unified in their efforts, and even the few that did see the three passing had enough memory to know that they didn't want to mess with the party that even now they still called simply "those three."As cleric, mage, and ranger made their return, they talked of the expansion the city would see with the artifacts of Tyr in their rightful place, the Lord of the Ruins vanquished, and the river flowing clean and pure into the bay.Shal hoped to return to Cormyr, to Ranthor's keep, for things she had left behind.Tarl promised to accompany her on the journey if she would just wait until he was sure Anton was healed, and she spoke earnestly of the possibility of returning to Denlor's tower and starting up his school again.After all, there was that huge library in the ruins that she had yet to explore.Shal and Tarl walked hand in hand, and Ren spoke wistfully of Jensena.Ren had asked Sot to keep an eye on her while she continued to recover and to be sure to find out where she was headed if she left.The innkeeper had agreed and even threatened to make Ren stay and scrub tables forever if he didn't hook up with her."The woman needs your company," Sot had reasoned, "what with her friends gone and all." Ren hadn't disagreed.And, he felt certain, neither would Jensena.* * * * *Back at the pool, Gensor had materialized quickly after the three departed, and his thin, pink lips were turned up in the biggest smile of his lifetime.In the depths of the pool he had found the dragon's hoard—gold and jewels that would fund his magical endeavors for a lifetime, magical items beyond his wildest imaginings, and spellbooks enough to keep him studying forever—and all magically protected from damage by the water.Who needed Cadorna?EPILOGUE"You realize your name doesn't fit you anymore, don't you?" asked Shal.Why? Because I no longer glow blue? I told you, I don't distinguish colors, so it doesn't matter."Well, it matters to me.I think Mulberry would be an appropriate name
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