Winterheim (Dragonlance: Icewall Trilogy, Vol. 3)
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
It is time for the ogre king to decide if the greater threat lies outside Winterheim—or within.
In the third book of his epic trilogy, Douglas Niles weaves a tapestry of magic and adventure into a climax that will affect the destiny of all those who dwell in the cold land of the Icereach.
spread out to each side so the group could advance in numbers that might make the decoy easier to conceal. Moreen insisted upon coming along, though Barq was just as adamant that she remain behind. “Who’ll take over this motley lot if we fail?” he growled. “You are the one they follow, the one who must survive! You can watch from back here!” “My place is with the rest of you who are risking your lives!” she retorted. “I will not accept orders to the contrary!” Recognizing the stubborn clench
waterfront, nearly a thousand of them, burst into cheers at his arrival. He waved—he was always gracious to his people—but even from this height she could see that he was tired, discouraged, weary beyond words. How desperately she wanted to take his broad head and nestle it between her breasts, to stroke his hair and murmur soothing words of affection. How he needed her! No doubt the long voyage, trapped aboard the ship with that hateful ogress, had taken a terrible toll on him. Of course,
himself. The final detail was proved by his watch over the only known approach to this place. He wasn’t sure what he could do with such information, but he knew it was valuable. For now he knew beyond any doubt that there must be a secret passage connecting Lady Thraid’s new apartment to the royal quarters of Winterheim. “Will my lord king be eating dinner in the royal apartment tonight?” asked Stariz solicitously. “I don’t know!” snapped Grimwar Bane. “Why do I have to decide everything
that goes into the city, and it comes in right by the Posting House. I go there a lot, taking messages. If you were with me, I could say you were slaves, but you’d have to hide your swords and stuff.” “We could do that,” Moreen said. “There are more of us over there near the cave leading in.” The chiefwoman had another thought. “We’re looking for a new slave, a man who was brought to Winterheim a few weeks ago. His name is Strongwind Whalebone. Have you seen him, or anyone that might be him?”
The girl’s face wrinkled in concentration as she gave the matter some thought. “I don’t think so. I didn’t see any new slaves come in this summer, but I don’t see lots of things, since I live in the Warren Barracks.” “Is the Posting House where they bring new slaves?” pressed the chiefwoman. “Yes. Tildy Trew might know about this Strongwing Whale. Shall we go to see her?” “As soon as we can pack up our equipment, yes,” Moreen said. “Tell me, could we hide our weapons somewhere too?” “Sure.