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ABBYY PDF Transformer 2.0 Click here to buy w w w.A BBYY.co m eiderdown tweaked from the arrow-holes in Fafhrd's cloak. When they were half laced up in their cloaks, Hrissa snuggled between them - - and a few more precious resin-pellets dropped in the brazier as a bedtime luxury -- Fafhrd got out a tiny jar of strong wine of Ilthmar, and they each took a sip of it, imagining those sunny vineyards and that hot, rich soil so far south. A momentary flare from the brazier showed them the snow falling yet. A few rocks crashed nearby and a snowy avalanche hissed, then Stardock grew still in the frigid grip of night. The climbers' aerie seemed most strange to them, set above every other peak in the Mountains of the Giants -- and likely all Nehwon -yet walled with darkness like a tiny room. The Mouser said softly, "Now we know what roosts in the Roosts. Do you suppose there are dozens of those invisible mantas carpeting around us on ledges like this, or a-hang from them? Why don't they freeze? Or does someone stable them? And the invisible folk, what of them? No more can you call 'em mirage -you saw the sword, and I fought the man-thing at the other end of it. Yet invisible! How's that possible?" Fafhrd shrugged and then winced because it hurt both shoulders cruelly. "Made of some stuff like water or glass," he hazarded. "Yet pliant and twisting the light less -- and with no surface shimmer. You've seen sand and ashes made transparent by firing. Perhaps there's some heatless way of firing monsters and men until they are invisible." "But how light enough to fly?" the Mouser asked. "Thin beasts to match thin air," Fafhrd guessed sleepily. The Mouser said, "And then those deadly worms -- and the Fiend knows what perils above." He paused. "And yet we must still climb Stardock to the top, mustn't we? Why?" Fafhrd nodded. "To beat out Kranarch and Gnarfi..." he muttered. "To beat out my father ... the mystery of it ... the girls ... O Mouser, could you stop here any more than you could stop after touching half of a woman?" "You don't mention diamonds anymore," the Mouser noted. "Don't you think we'll find them?" Fafhrd started another shrug and mumbled a curse that turned into a yawn. The Mouser dug in his pouch to the bottom pocket and brought out the parchment and blowing on the brazier read it all by the resin's last flaming: Who mounts white Stardock, the Moon Tree, Past worm and gnome and unseen bars, Will win the key to luxury: The Heart of Light, a pouch of stars. The gods who once ruled all the world Have made that peak their citadel, From whence the stars were one time hurled And paths lead on to Heav'n and Hell. Come, heroes, past the Trollstep rocks. Come, best of men, across the Waste. For you, glory each door unlocks. Delay not, up, and come in haste. Who scales the Snow King's citadel ABBYY PDF Transformer 2.0 Click here to buy w w w.A BBYY.co m
ABBYY PDF Transformer 2.0 Click here to buy w w w.A BBYY.co m Shall father his two daughters' sons; Though he must face foes fierce and fell, His seed shall live while time still runs. The resin burnt out. The Mouser said, "Well, we've met a worm and one unseen fellow who sought to bar our way -- and two sightless witches who might be Snow King's daughters for all I know. Gnomes now -- they would be a change, wouldn't they? You said something about ice gnomes, Fafhrd. What was it?" He waited with an unnatural anxiety for Fafhrd's answer. After a bit he began to hear it: soft regular snores. The Mouser snarled soundlessly, his demon of restlessness now become a fury despite all his aches. He shouldn't have thought of girls -- or rather of one girl who was nothing but a taunting mask with pouting lips and eyes of black mystery seen across a fire. Suddenly he felt stifled. He quickly unhooked his cloak and despite Hrissa's questioning mew felt his way south along the ledge. Soon snow, sifting like ice needles on his flushed face, told him he was beyond the overhang. Then the snow stopped. Another overhang, he thought -- but he had not moved. He strained his eyes upward, and there was the black expanse of Stardock's topmost quarter silhouetted against a band of sky pale with the hidden moon and specked by a few faint stars. Behind him to the west, the snowstorm still obscured the sky. He blinked his eyes and then he swore softly, for now the black cliff they must climb tomorrow was a-glow with soft scattered lights of violet and rose and palest green and amber. The nearest, which were still far above, looked tinily rectangular, like gleam-spilling windows seen from below. It was as if Stardock were a great hostelry. Then freezing flakes pinked his face again, and the band of sky narrowed to nothing. The snowfall had moved back against Stardock once more, hiding all stars and other lights. The Mouser's fury drained from him. Suddenly he felt very small and foolhardy and very, very cold. The mysterious vision of the lights remained in his mind, but muted, as if part of a dream. Most cautiously he crept back the way he had come, feeling the radiant warmth of Fafhrd and Hrissa and the burnt-out brazier just before he touched his cloak. He laced it around him and lay for a long time doubled up like a baby, his mind empty of everything except frigid blackness. At last he slumbered. * * * * Next day started gloomy. The two men chafed and wrestled each other as they lay, to get the stiffness a little out of them and enough warmth in them to rise. Hrissa withdrew from between them limping and sullen. At any rate, Fafhrd's arms were recovered from their swelling and numbing, while the Mouser was hardly aware of his own arm's little wounds. They breakfasted on herb tea and honey and began climbing the Roosts in a light snowfall. This last pest stayed with them all morning except when gusty breezes blew it back from Stardock. On these occasions they could see the great smooth cliff separating the Roosts from the ultimate ledges of the Face. By the glimpses they got, the cliff looked to be without any climbing routes whatever, or any marks at all -- so that Fafhrd laughed at the Mouser for a dreamer with his ABBYY PDF Transformer 2.0 Click here to buy w w w.A BBYY.co m
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