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    his weaknessBut how? she whispered, from the fluttering curtains of
    dracona-light.
    Not sure. I@ahhhhh-! FullSky's words choked off, turning to a throaty cry of
    distress. Jael was stunned to realize that his presence, his kuutekka, was
    wavering and growing insubstantial.
    FullSky! murmured the dracona Lavafire, from the shadows. What is it?
    Under-attack, FullSky groaned, billowing a ghostly flame. Cannot stay!
    Wait! Jael cried. I don't know what to do! I need your help!
    Cannot stay! FullSky gasped. Jael@o what you must!
    Never doubt! He was less dragon than a formless light now.
    Dracona-you must help her! he whispered. Then he was gone.
    FullSky! Jael cried. You can't! Not after-! Not after saving my life,
    bringing me here ... but to do what? she whispered desperately, in the
    silence of her heart.
    There was no answer.
    But from the draconae there came a loud murmuring, and she found her mind
    filled with an image of FullSky's underrealm presence: stretched like a
    spiderweb thread from the Enemy's dungeon to the Dream Mountain, and she
    understood suddenly his shocking vulnerability, and the risk he had taken in
    reaching out to the Mountain, much less to the place where he had found her.
    The draconae had given him strength where they could, but they were helpless
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    to protect him at his source, the body from which his kuutekka had sprung.
    And yet the draconae kept hope, and their hope was in Jael. Why me?
    she whispered silently. And she knew that it was because of the Words,
    because she was the outsider who had come and befriended a dragon. And now
    her life was in their hands, and theirs in hers.
    (Urrrk ... fly, Jael? Fly?) (I don't know, Ed-I just don't know.)
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    Jael felt a curtain of fear closing around her, and struggled to resist it.
    She focused upon her own kuutekka, and made herself as real, and yet as
    insubstantial, as if she were still in a rigger-net. Only now she was
    standing in the draconae's cavern of translucent glass, parrot on her
    shoulder, staring at the almost apparitional sight of the Forge of Dreams,
    where the draconae labored to draw their skeins of protective magic about the
    fire. She heard them sing a fragment of the
    Words: The One will fall and the realm shall tremble.
    And the fires will flicker and bend...
    And she suddenly understood something... that perhaps the way to save the
    dreamfire was not to protect it, but to use it. If the Enemy had his
    weaknesses, Jael thought she knew what one of them might be.
    Tar-skel's greatest sorcery was the web of power that was strangling the
    realm, holding the Dream Mountain and the lumenis groves captive.
    She had torn the web a little, with her death.
    But she needed to tear it a lot more, and she thought she knew where she might
    do that-in a place where a rigger had once before defeated the Nail of
    Strength.
    (Awwwk, yes-try, Jael-try!) (We can't do it alone, Edd she murmured, but she
    was already making her plan. Help me reach out! she whispered to the
    draconae. And she felt the helping, strengthening touch of
    Deeplife, and Waterflow, and Starchime, showing her the way through the
    underrealm.
    (Scrawwwww, yes! Now!) cried Ed in the back of her thoughts. And she nodded,
    and human and parrot together, they slipped into the underrealm and reached
    out toward the Black Peak.
    Rent strode through the chasms of the Dark Vale, heedless of the battle raging
    overhead. His form was human-but what human had ever wielded such barehanded
    power?
    Lightning flashed from his fingertips@started and blazed and drew screams of
    agony from the imprisoned dragons.
    Rent had been given the one task that could restore his own pride to him: make
    the dragons suffer, make them despair.
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