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.Your name." The elf held out his hand."Remember? Zifnab?""Ah, pleased to meet you, Zifnab," said the old man, shaking hands."You know,though, that name sure sounds familiar.Are we related?"Calandra gave him a shove with her hand."You better get going, Pait.""Tell Thea good-bye for me!" Paithan said.His sister snorted, shook her head, her face grim."Have a good trip, Son," said Lenthan in a wistful tone."You know, sometimesI think maybe I should go out on the road.I think I might enjoy it."Seeing Calandra's eyes narrow, Paithan struck in hastily, "You let me handlethe travel for you.Father.You've got to stay here and work on your rockets.Leading the people forth, and all that.""Yes, you're right," said Lenthan with an air of self-importance."I hadbetter get started working on that, right now.Are you coming, Zifnab?""What? Oh, you talking to me? Yes, yes, my dear fellow.Be along in a jiffy.You might want to increase the amount of sinktree ash.I think we'll achievegreater lift.""Yes, of course! Why didn't I think of that!" Lenthan beamed, waved vaguely athis son, and hurried into the house."Probably won't have any eyebrows left," muttered the old man."But we'llachieve greater lift.Well, you're off, are you?""Yes, sir." Paithan grinned, and whispered confidentially, "Mind you don't letany of that death, doom, and destruction start without me.""I won't." The old man gazed at him with eyes that were suddenly, unnervingly,shrewd and cunning.He jabbed a gnarled finger in Paithan's chest."Doom willcome back with you!"CHAPTER 8THENEXUSHAPLO WALKED SLOWLY AROUND THE SHIP, INSPECTING IT CAREFULLY TO MAKE certainall was in readiness for his flight.He did not, as had the original buildersand masters of the dragonship, inspect the guide ropes and the rigging, thecables that controlled the gigantic wings.He looked intently at the woodenhull, but he wasn't checking the caulking.He ran his hands over the skin onthe wings, but he wasn't searching for rips or tears.He studied, instead,strange and elaborate symbols that had been carved, burned, stitched, andpainted on the wings and the outside of the ship.Every conceivable inch was covered with the fantastic designs-whorls andspirals; straight lines and curved; dots and dashes; zigzags, circles, andsquares.Passing his hand over the sigla, thePatryn murmured to himself, reciting the runes.The sigla would not onlyprotect his ship, the sigla would fly it.The elves who had built the vessel-named Dragon Wing in honor of Haplo'sjourney to the world of Arianus-would not have recognized their handiwork.Haplo's own ship had been destroyed on his previous entry through Death'sGate.He had commandeered the elven ship on Arianus.Due to pursuit by anancient foe, he had been forced to leave Arianus in haste and had inscribedonly those runes absolutely necessary to his survival (and that of his youngpassenger) through Death's Gate.Once safely in the Nexus, however, the Patryn had been able to expend bothtime and magic on modifying the vessel to his own specifications.The ship, designed by the elves of the Tribus Empire, had originally utilizedelven magic combined with mechanics.Being extraordinarily strong in his ownmagic, the Patryn did away completely with the mechanics.Haplo cleared thegalley of the confused tangle of rigging and the harnesses worn by the slavesPage 42 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlwho operated the wings.He left the wings themselves outspread, andembroidered and painted runes on the dragonskin to provide lift, stability,speed, and protection.Runes strengthened the wooden hull; no force existedthat was strong enough to crush it or stave it in.Sigla etched into the glasswindows of the bridge prevented the glass from cracking while, at the sametime, permitting an unobstructed view of the world beyond.Haplo moved inside through the aft hatch, walked the ship's passageways untilhe came to the bridge.Here, he gazed about in satisfaction, sensing the fullpower of the runes come to a focus, converge at this point.He had junked all the elaborate machines devised by the elves to aid innavigation and steering.The bridge, located in the dragon's "breast," was nowa large, spacious chamber, empty except for a comfortable chair and a round,obsidian globe resting on the deck.Haplo walked over to the globe, crouched down to inspect it critically.He wascareful not to touch it.The runes carved into the obsidian's surface were soextremely sensitive that even a whisper of breath across them might activatethe magic and launch the vessel prematurely.The Patryn studied the sigla, going over the magic in his mind.The flight,navigation, and protection spells were complex.It took him hours to runthrough the entire recitation, and he was stiff and sore from lack of movementat the conclusion, but he was satisfied.He had not found a single flaw.Haplo stood up, grunting, and flexed his aching muscles.Seating himself inthe chair, he looked out upon the city he would soon be leaving.A tongueswiped wetly across his hand."What is it, boy?" 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.Your name." The elf held out his hand."Remember? Zifnab?""Ah, pleased to meet you, Zifnab," said the old man, shaking hands."You know,though, that name sure sounds familiar.Are we related?"Calandra gave him a shove with her hand."You better get going, Pait.""Tell Thea good-bye for me!" Paithan said.His sister snorted, shook her head, her face grim."Have a good trip, Son," said Lenthan in a wistful tone."You know, sometimesI think maybe I should go out on the road.I think I might enjoy it."Seeing Calandra's eyes narrow, Paithan struck in hastily, "You let me handlethe travel for you.Father.You've got to stay here and work on your rockets.Leading the people forth, and all that.""Yes, you're right," said Lenthan with an air of self-importance."I hadbetter get started working on that, right now.Are you coming, Zifnab?""What? Oh, you talking to me? Yes, yes, my dear fellow.Be along in a jiffy.You might want to increase the amount of sinktree ash.I think we'll achievegreater lift.""Yes, of course! Why didn't I think of that!" Lenthan beamed, waved vaguely athis son, and hurried into the house."Probably won't have any eyebrows left," muttered the old man."But we'llachieve greater lift.Well, you're off, are you?""Yes, sir." Paithan grinned, and whispered confidentially, "Mind you don't letany of that death, doom, and destruction start without me.""I won't." The old man gazed at him with eyes that were suddenly, unnervingly,shrewd and cunning.He jabbed a gnarled finger in Paithan's chest."Doom willcome back with you!"CHAPTER 8THENEXUSHAPLO WALKED SLOWLY AROUND THE SHIP, INSPECTING IT CAREFULLY TO MAKE certainall was in readiness for his flight.He did not, as had the original buildersand masters of the dragonship, inspect the guide ropes and the rigging, thecables that controlled the gigantic wings.He looked intently at the woodenhull, but he wasn't checking the caulking.He ran his hands over the skin onthe wings, but he wasn't searching for rips or tears.He studied, instead,strange and elaborate symbols that had been carved, burned, stitched, andpainted on the wings and the outside of the ship.Every conceivable inch was covered with the fantastic designs-whorls andspirals; straight lines and curved; dots and dashes; zigzags, circles, andsquares.Passing his hand over the sigla, thePatryn murmured to himself, reciting the runes.The sigla would not onlyprotect his ship, the sigla would fly it.The elves who had built the vessel-named Dragon Wing in honor of Haplo'sjourney to the world of Arianus-would not have recognized their handiwork.Haplo's own ship had been destroyed on his previous entry through Death'sGate.He had commandeered the elven ship on Arianus.Due to pursuit by anancient foe, he had been forced to leave Arianus in haste and had inscribedonly those runes absolutely necessary to his survival (and that of his youngpassenger) through Death's Gate.Once safely in the Nexus, however, the Patryn had been able to expend bothtime and magic on modifying the vessel to his own specifications.The ship, designed by the elves of the Tribus Empire, had originally utilizedelven magic combined with mechanics.Being extraordinarily strong in his ownmagic, the Patryn did away completely with the mechanics.Haplo cleared thegalley of the confused tangle of rigging and the harnesses worn by the slavesPage 42 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlwho operated the wings.He left the wings themselves outspread, andembroidered and painted runes on the dragonskin to provide lift, stability,speed, and protection.Runes strengthened the wooden hull; no force existedthat was strong enough to crush it or stave it in.Sigla etched into the glasswindows of the bridge prevented the glass from cracking while, at the sametime, permitting an unobstructed view of the world beyond.Haplo moved inside through the aft hatch, walked the ship's passageways untilhe came to the bridge.Here, he gazed about in satisfaction, sensing the fullpower of the runes come to a focus, converge at this point.He had junked all the elaborate machines devised by the elves to aid innavigation and steering.The bridge, located in the dragon's "breast," was nowa large, spacious chamber, empty except for a comfortable chair and a round,obsidian globe resting on the deck.Haplo walked over to the globe, crouched down to inspect it critically.He wascareful not to touch it.The runes carved into the obsidian's surface were soextremely sensitive that even a whisper of breath across them might activatethe magic and launch the vessel prematurely.The Patryn studied the sigla, going over the magic in his mind.The flight,navigation, and protection spells were complex.It took him hours to runthrough the entire recitation, and he was stiff and sore from lack of movementat the conclusion, but he was satisfied.He had not found a single flaw.Haplo stood up, grunting, and flexed his aching muscles.Seating himself inthe chair, he looked out upon the city he would soon be leaving.A tongueswiped wetly across his hand."What is it, boy?" 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