priestess landed on the stone floor in a crouched position. To her surprise, Tyrande felt no pain from the landing,
Elune s touch still protecting her.
Vashj glanced with frustration at her. With the sphere gone, Tyrande now faintly glowed with moonlight arising
from within. The handmaiden shook her head.
You must not remain like that! It will give you away once out of this cell!
Closing her eyes, Tyrande prayed to her goddess, thanking the Mother Moon for her protection but assuring her that
this was now for the best. At first, however, it seemed as if Elune paid her no mind, for she felt the protective spell
remain fixed.
Hurry! Lady Vashj urged.
Eyes still shut, Tyrande tried again. Surely the Mother Moon understood that now the very gift she had bestowed
upon her servant risked the priestess.
At last, Elune s presence began to recede
And a sense of imminent threat overwhelmed Tyrande.
She opened her eyes to see Vashj thrusting at her throat with the sinister talisman. The daggerlike protrusion would
have ripped a wide, lethal gap if not for the war training all priestesses received. Tyrande s hand came up just in
time to shove the point aside. She felt a stinging on her skin, but had managed to keep Vashj from even drawing
blood.
Azshara s servant, her expression as monstrous as those of the skulls, sought to tear out Tyrande s eyes with her
free hand. The priestess raised her armored knee, catching Vashj in the stomach. With a gasp, the other night elf fell
back, the talisman rolling to the side.
Tyrande leapt at her, but Vashj was also swift. She rolled over to where the talisman had landed. Tyrande,
crouching, tried to pull her back, but the treacherous handmaiden already had the demonic artifact in her clutches.
She spewed unintelligible words of an overt dark tone as she pointed the talisman.
The sphere suddenly reformed around Tyrande. At the same time, the priestess felt Elune s protection return,
though small good it did to help her escape the bubble. Tyrande beat against the sphere, but to no avail.
Rising, Lady Vashj glared bitterly at her nemesis. It would have been better for you if you had taken the point!
You will never be Her most favored! I am and always will be!
I don t want to be favored by the queen!
But Vashj seemed not to understand this. Eyes on the talisman, she hissed, I thought this would work, but I will
have to think of something else! Perhaps words in the Light of Light s ear, convince her that you are not to be
trusted! Yes, that might do the trick!
Tyrande ceased trying to convince the handmaiden of her lack of desire to serve Azshara. Clearly, Vashj was quite
mad and would hear nothing that contradicted her notions.
A sound from without made Vashj spin to the door. The guards! They will be back from their distraction !
Looking back at the prisoner, she pointed the talisman again. Everything must be as it was!
Once more, Tyrande s arms rose, invisibly binding at the wrist. Her feet clamped tight together.
Would that I knew more about this piece! Vashj spat. I know it could likely slay you with but the right
command&
The sounds without drew nearer. Secreting the talisman in a fold in her garments, Azshara s attendant made for the
door. As she slipped out, she looked one last time at Tyrande.
Never hers! And with that, Vashj vanished into the hall.
The guards reappeared barely moments later. One peered through the mesh grate in the door and eyed her for far
longer than necessary. What she could make of his expression indicated that he was disturbed by her presence.
Vashj had clearly not acted alone.
As for Tyrande, she could do nothing but berate herself for a chance lost. It should have been obvious to her that
Vashj could not be trusted, but Elune had taught that one should look for the best in others. Yet, if Tyrande had
acted with more caution, perhaps she could have caught the handmaiden off-guard. Instead of being again trapped
here, at least then the priestess could have tried to sneak out of the palace.
Mother Moon, what do I do? She was aware that there were limits to the goddess s ability to intervene. It was
miracle enough that Elune had protected her so.
Malfurion s visage came to mind, both comforting Tyrande and making her fret. He would not give up trying to
save her. He would come for her, regardless of the danger to himself. In fact, she was well aware that Malfurion
would be willing to sacrifice himself if it meant her freedom.
And it seemed, Tyrande Whisperwind thought with growing despair, that there would be nothing she in turn could
do to prevent him from doing so.
The small copse of woods was the best Malfurion could do in terms of finding a peaceful place from which to try to
reach Cenarius. The druid sat cross-legged on the ground, glancing again at the pitiful foliage around him. The
Burning Legion had not reached this place, but their taint had stretched for enough to affect the life here. The trees
already sensed the doom approaching and slowly prepared for it. Most of the wildlife had fled. Silence reigned.
Trying to ignore all that, Malfurion shut his eyes and fixed on the demigod. He reached out, calling to Cenarius and
trying to picture the deity in his thoughts.
And to his surprise, the demigod responded immediately. An image formed of the forest lord, a huge figure who
towered over night elves, tauren, furbolgs, and even the demons. At first glance, he had some similarity to
Malfurion, for his face and torso were like those of a night elf, albeit much brawnier and more weathered. Yet,
beyond that, Cenarius was a creature like none other. Below his waist, he had the body of a gigantic, magnificent
stag. Four strong legs ending in hooves supported his ten-foot frame. They gave him the speed of the wind and a
nimbleness no animal could match.
Cenarius had eyes of pure gold and a moss-green mane flowing down his shoulders. In both it and his full beard
grew twigs and leaves. Atop his head and exactly, Malfurion noted with a start, where his own nubs grew the
forest lord had a glorious pair of antlers.
I know why you ve summoned me, the demigod said.
Is there anything I can do to counteract and outmaneuver the black dragon s magic?
He is cunning, insanely so, Cenarius replied, his mouth never moving. He was but an vision upon which the druid [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]