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“Stop her!” Tanis gasped, doubled over in pain, clutching a hand and sword-arm suddenly blackened and useless.

The slug, sensing success, slithered forward, dragging its pulsating gray body through the door. Goldmoon cast a fearful glance at the huge monster, then ran to Tanis. Riverwind stood over them, protectively.

“Get away!” Tanis said through clenched teeth.

Goldmoon grasped his injured hand in her own, praying to the goddess. Riverwind fit an arrow to his bow and shot at the slug. The arrow struck the creature in the neck, doing little damage, but distracting its attention from Tanis.

The half-elf saw Goldmoon’s hand touch his, but he could feel nothing but pain. Then the pain eased and feeling returned to his hand. Smiling at Goldmoon, he marveled at her healing powers, even as he lifted his head to see what was happening.

The others were attacking the creature with renewed fury, attempting to distract it from Tanis, but they might as well have been plunging their weapons into a thick, rubbery wall.

Tanis rose to his feet shakily. His hand was healed, but his sword lay on the ground, a molten lump of metal. Weaponless except for his longbow, he fell back, pulling Goldmoon with him as the slug slid into the room.

Raistlin ran to Fizban’s side. “Now is the time for the casting of the fireball, Old One,” he panted.

“It is?” Fizban’s face filled with delight. “Wonderful! How does it go?”

“Don’t you remember!” Raistlin practically shrieked, dragging the mage behind a pillar as the slug spat another glob of burning saliva onto the floor.

“I used to … let me see.” Fizban’s brow furrowed in concentration. “Can’t you do it?”

“I have not gained the power yet, Old One! That spell is still beyond my strength!” Raistlin closed his eyes and began to concentrate on those spells he did know.

“Fall back! Get out of here!” Tanis shouted, shielding Laurana and Goldmoon as best he could while he fumbled for his longbow and his arrows.

“It’ll just come after us!” Sturm yelled, thrusting his blade home once again. But all he and Caramon accomplished was to enrage the monster further.

Suddenly Raistlin held up his hands. “Kalith karan, tobaniskar!” he cried, and flaming darts sprang from his fingers, striking the creature in the head. The slug reared in silent agony and shook its head, but returned to the hunt. Suddenly it lunged straight forward, sensing victims at the end of the room where Tanis sought to protect Goldmoon and Laurana. Maddened by pain, driven wild by the smell of blood, the slug attacked with unbelievable speed. Tanis’s arrow bounced off the leathery hide and the monster dove for him, its mouth gaping open. The half-elf dropped the useless bow and staggered backward, nearly stumbling over the steps leading to the throne of Kith-Kanan.

“Behind the throne!” he yelled, preparing to hold the monster’s attention while Goldmoon and Laurana ran for cover. His hand reached out, grabbing for a huge rock, anything to hurl at the creature!—when his fingers closed over the metal hilt of a sword.

Tanis nearly dropped the weapon in amazement. The metal was so cold it burned his hand. The blade gleamed brightly in the wavering light of the mage’s staff. There wasn’t time to question, however. Tanis drove the point into the slug’s gaping maw just as the creature swooped in for the kill.

“Run!” Tanis yelled. Grasping Laurana’s hand, he dragged her toward the hole. Pushing her through, he turned around, preparing to help keep the slug at bay while the others escaped. But the slug’s appetite had died. Writhing in misery, it slowly turned and slithered back toward its lair. Clear, sticky liquid dribbled from its wounds.

The companions crowded into the tunnel, stopping for a moment to calm their hearts and breathe deeply. Raistlin, wheezing, leaned on his brother. Tanis glanced around. “Where’s Tasslehoff?” he asked in frustration. Whirling around to go back into the hall, he nearly fell over the kender.

“I brought you the scabbard,” Tas said, holding it up. “For the sword.”

“Back down the