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sea."

Until that day I had not fully realized to what degree the Gods
differed from us. As I watched, Aldur and Belar joined their hands and
looked out over the broad plain and the approaching sea.

"Stay," Belar said to the sea, raising one hand. His voice wasn't
loud, but the sea heard him and stopped. It built up, angry and
tossing, behind the barrier of that single word, and a great wind tore
at us.

"Rise up," Aldur said just as softly to the earth. My mind was
staggered by the immensity of that command. The earth, so newly
wounded by Torak, groaned and heaved and swelled. And then, before my
very eyes, it rose up. Higher and higher it rose as the rocks beneath
cracked and shattered. Out of the plain there shouldered up mountains
that hadn't been there before, and they shuddered away the loose earth
the way a dog shakes off water, to stand as an eternal barrier to the
sea that Torak had let in.

Have you ever stood about a half mile from the center of that sort of
thing? Don't, if you can possibly avoid it. We were all hurled to the
ground by the most violent earthquake I've ever been through. I lay
clutching at the ground while the tremors actually rattled my teeth.
The freshly broken earth groaned and even seemed to howl. And she
wasn't alone. My companion crouched at my side, raised her face to the
sky, and also howled. I put my arms about her and held her tightly
against me-which probably wasn't a very good idea, considering how
frightened she was. Oddly, she didn't try to bite me--or even growl at
me. She licked my face instead, as if she were trying to comfort me.
Isn't that peculiar?

When the shaking subsided, we all regained our composure somewhat and
stared first at that new range of mountains and then toward the East,
where Torak's new sea was sullenly retreating.

"Remarkable," the wolf said as calmly as if nothing had happened.

"Truly," I could not but agree.

And then the other Gods and their peoples came to the place where we
were and marveled at what Belar and my Master had done to hold back the
sea.

"Now is the time of sundering," my Master told them sadly.

"This land that was once so fair and sustained our children in their
infancy is no more. That which remains here on this shore is bleak and
harsh and will no longer support your people. This then is mine advice
to ye, my brothers.