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damnable, demon-cursed weather that's keeping the sentries off the walls, isn't it?

Isn't it!?
He stood and surveyed with mad interest the pile of snow-mantled

rubbish that had been Naglimund's greater gate. The huge pillars and
massive stones were charred black beneath the drifts. The hole in the
sagging wall stood large enough to hold twenty Hengfisks standing abreast,

shoulder to bony, trembling shoulder.

Look how they've let things go. Oh, they'll shriek when their judgment comes,
shriek and shriek with never a chance to make amends. Everything has been let

goЧthe gate, the town, the weather.

Somebody must be scourged for such negligence. Doubtless Bishop

Anodis had his hands full crying to keep such an unruly flock in line.
Hengfisk would be only too happy to help that fine old man minister to

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such slackers- First, a fire and some warm food. Then. a little monasterial
discipline. Things would soon be brought to rights. . . .

Hengfisk stepped carefully through the splintered posts and white-
covered stones.

The thing of it was, the monk slowly realized, in a way it was quite . . .
beautiful. Beyond the gate, all things were covered in a delicate tracery of
ice, like lacy veils of spidcrweb. The sinking sun embellished the frosted
towers and ice-crusted walls and courtyards with rivulets of pale fire.

The crv of the wind was somewhat less here within the battlements.
Hengfisk stood for a long while, abashed by the unexpected quiet. As the
weak sun slid behind the walls, the ice darkened. Deep violet shadows
welled up in the comers of the courtyard, stretching laterally across the
faces of the ruined towers. The wind softened to a feline hiss, and the
pop-eyed monk lowered his head in numb recognition.

Deserted. Naglimund was empty, with not a single soul left behind to
greet a snow-bewildered wanderer. He had walked leagues through the
storm-ridden white waste to reach a place that was as dead and dumb as
stone.

But, he wondered suddenly, if that is so . . . then what are those blue lights
that flicker in the windows of the towers?