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'It's cold ash, it's wet, but it's not nearly as satisfying as Otik's ale,' said Clotnik as he drank deeply from the clear, clean little lake they'd found at the edge of a wood. It was nearly dark, but they still could see beyond the trees to where the land opened into rolling meadows and fields. Tanis dunked his head into the water. Then, like a dog, he shook his wet mane of reddish-brown hair; droplets rained around him on the sand. Refreshed, he sat down and leaned back against a tree, comfortable in his soft leather traveling gear and cloak. He closed his eyes and, in a habit he had begun after leaving Solace three days earlier, tried to picture what his father must have looked like. It made some sense that there would be a family resemblance-at least in regard to his human features. He imagined a tall, broad- shouldered man with deep-set eyes, a dimpled chin, and a mouth with a slight downward turn of the lips. He liked to think that his father was handsome, strong, and intelligent. All he knew for certain, though, was that his father was a man who would take brazen advantage of a defenseless woman. The half-elf wanted desperately to discover something good about the man who had done so much harm to his mother. And soon he would know. The juggler had promised.
A worrisome scent suddenly caught his attention. Tanis opened his eyes and asked, 'Do you smell something?'
The dwarf looked offended. 'Look, I intend to bathe,' he blustered.
Tanis smiled humorlessly, his eyes somber slits. Clotnik caught the half-elf's concern and sniffed audibly. Then he shook his head. 'I smell nothing out of the ordinary,' the dwarf said.
The half-elf, however, continued to scan the horizon-what little of it could be seen through the trees. 'Smoke,' he said brusquely, staring into the tree line.
'Oh!' said Clotnik, alarmed. He scrambled to his feet, ready to run but apparently uncertain which direction was best. Ignoring the panicky dwarf, the half-elf stood and walked calmly to the edge of the wood.
Clotnik dogged his steps. 'Elves have such good vision. Do you see anything?'
'I'm not sure…' Tanis replied slowly. 'The sky beyond those hills to the north seems a little brighter, but the twilight can fool the eyes. We'll know better when the sun goes down.'
The juggler alternately wrung his hands and tugged at his brown beard. Around them, the breeze began to pick up. When he spoke, his voice was pitched half an octave higher than normal. 'You don't think the fire is behind us, do you7 I mean, the forest isn't burning, is it?'
Tanis hesitated, still gazing into the trees and wishing he could hasten nightfall. 'I don't think so,' he answered slowly. 'The wind is blowing from the north, and there's the smell of cinders on it.' At that moment, the wind briefly shifted and Tanis lost the scent, causing him a moment's doubt. 'Maybe it's nothing,' he added, unconvinced.
They waited and watched the northern sky. The twilight slowly faded, bringing darkness everywhere- except to the north. To their horror, the sky before their eyes danced with an ever-brightening light. They could see no flames, but there was no doubt that behind the hills, a great grass fire blazed. And if the wind continued to blow in their direction, the fire certainly would overtake them.
Clotnik's fidgeting had increased; seemingly unaware of his actions, he pulled small tufts from his brown beard. 'We've got to runl' he blurted.
But Tanis shook his head and stopped the dwarf from edging away with a curt wave of one hand. 'Impossible,' the half-elf replied. 'You can't outrun a grass fire. Besides, it could be miles wide. We'd never outflank it. Our best chance is right here; we've got the lake to protect us.'
'We could go back the way we came. The fire wouldn't burn through the woods as fast as it will sweep down the meadows.'
'That's true,' conceded Tanis. 'Then let's go I' 'No.'
The small dwarven body nearly vibrated with frustration. 'Why not?' he demanded.
Tanis, sympathizing with his companion's fear, tried to keep his voice soothing. 'This wood is small. We came through meadows to get here. This is like an island of trees, and we could get trapped in an inferno. No, this is the safest place to make our stand.' The half-elf smiled reassuringly as the dwarf made a visible attempt to control his nerves, shoving his fists deep into the pockets of his dark brown trousers and acting as though witnessing killer grass fires were as everyday an event as juggling for travelers in far-flung inns.
'What do we do?' asked Clotnik.
'There's a fallen tree back by the edge of the lake,' Tanis recalled. 'Let's shove it into the water. At least we'll have something to hold on to.'
Clotnik began to turn and run, but Tanis grabbed him by the edge of his green tunic, 'fill the water pouches. When this is over, the lake may be full of soot and ash.'
The juggler nodded and hurried toward the lake.
Tanis's elven vision allowed him to see well in the darkness, and he busied himself with digging a shallow hole in the ground, where he tossed their packs and the carefully crafted silver-inlaid broadsword that Flint had forged and given him as a gift during their last night at the Inn of the Last Home. The broadsword reminded him vividly of the differences between the two dwarves- irascible old Flint Fireforge, tough and true as the metal he forged, and the excitable Clotnik, as changeable as the whirling designs he created with his juggling balls. Of course, a difference of nearly a century in their ages could account for some of that, Tanis thought.
No more than six or seven minutes had passed while Tanis buried everything, yet in that short time, the sky had gone vermilion and smoke had begun to choke the air. Tanis glanced at the closest hill to the north and saw the blaze sweep over its crest. Plants exploded into red, orange, and yellow from the heat of the blaze. Small animals dashed, panic-stricken, from the grasslands to the lake. The inferno was moving fast in the wind, gobbling up the tall grass in the meadow with insatiable hunger.
'Quick!' ordered Tanis. 'Help me push that log into the water!'
'Where is it?' cried Clotnik in a panic. He suddenly broke into a coughing fit from the smoke. 'I can't see it!' he finally managed to sputter.
Acrid smoke and ash flew in clouds through the air. Fortunately, Tanis's elvensight allowed him to see the warm red glow cast by every living thing, although the aura that outlined Clotnik's stocky body blended increasingly with the growing heat. The half-elf hurried to his companion, who stood at the edge of the lake. Tanis ripped a piece of cloth from his tunic, dipped it into the water, then held it over Clotnik's mouth and nose.
'Tie it around your face,' he called over the roar of the encroaching fire. 'It'll help you breathe.'
Clotnik tied the wet cloth over his face while Tanis created his own mask from another piece of cloth. Then Tanis led the juggler to the nearby log, and they put their shoulders to the heavy fallen tree and heaved. It didn't move.
'AgainI' Tanis commanded. They threw their shoulders against it. Nothing. Tanis turned to look behind him. The fire was halfway down the hill.
'Push or die!' shouted Tanis. They pushed. With a loud sucking noise, the log came free of the mud at the lake's edge.
'It's moving!' Clotnik cried.
'Keep pushing!'
They planted their feet as best they could in the slippery muck and shoved one more time. The log suddenly swung free and eased into the water, rolled several times, and then floated slowly out toward the center of the lake. Clotnik fell to his hands and knees, his lumpy face pale with exhaustion under the dirt and ash.
'Catch your breath,' Tanis said-somewhat needlessly, he realized; Clotnik could do little else but gulp for air. 'Well need long, sturdy sticks to push away any burning debris that falls near us. I'll find them. You wait here.'
The half-elf searched the ground nearby, doing his best to ignore the flames rushing down the hill toward the woods, until a terrible cry reached his ears. His head shot up, and he squinted into the bright, leaping flames that stretched from east to west along the northern sky as far as he could see. At first he saw nothing except a blaze of bright yellow and red. Then a shadow, standing out from the background scarlet, leaped across his line of vision.
