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They were huddled on the hilltop too, as motionless as a couple of rocks, white and sweat-soaked faces staring at nothing. Hawkril swallowed, set his teeth, and crawled up the hill, cradling the Stone awkwardly as he went. His arms felt like hollow things, bending like flower stalks, and he was shuddering. If she was dead . He forced himself not to think of that, to dwell instead on the cursed pain each reaching and clawing motion brought him, each ... He’d reached her, he was looming over her now.
Both he and Craer had thrust their hands into nearby streams of magical fire—and were staggering. It was like trying to walk into a flood of water racing the other way, an endless, tireless stream that dealt no pain, but sucked life out of one with every step. . The fires were surging through and around them both now, taking energy at every ebb. Sarasper vaguely became aware that he was staggering sideways with slow, aimless steps, like a drunken man, the hair all over him standing on end and dancing in time with the pulses of the spell’s fire.
The baron swallowed—it was almost a sob—as tongues flickered and serpentine heads turned to fix him with glittering eyes. The venom was a burning, surging numbness in his veins... The figures drew back in unison, their sleeves falling to hide the snakes within, and the Priest of the Serpent strode forward to stand over the master of Ornentar Castle. As the shadow of that dark cowl fell upon him, Eldagh Ornentar looked up in horror and gasped, “Poison! ” The priest pulled back his cowl to let the baron see the smile on his scaly serpent-face.