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."What are you doing?""This is Turlang's home," said Galaeron, guessing at the treant's identity.Only Turlang, the renowned ruler of the High Forest, could be so huge and old."We must respect his wishes."Melegaunt rolled his eyes."You do know that means they'll catch us?" He glanced at Turlang, then added, "And there would be a battle.""Fuorn's whispers spoke of your gift to the Forest Forgotten, Duskbeard, so one threat I will forgive." The treant creaked down to peer into Melegaunt's eyes."His whispers also spoke of the trouble that hunts you, and I will have no magicgrubs in my forest.""Then you would do well to help us." Melegaunt waved his hand at Galaeron and the others."We have all sworn to return the phaerimm to their prison, and the help we need lies inside your forest, in the temple of Karse."Turlang drew himself to his full height."What help can you need from Wulgreth? That you count a lich your friend only proves the evil I taste in your air."A chill ran down Galaeron's spine."Lich?" he echoed, finally understanding the reason Melegaunt had been so secretive about the help they were seeking."What other lies have you been telling us?"Melegaunt wagged a finger at Galaeron."Be careful of that shadow, my friend." Looking back to Turlang, the wizard said, "Wulgreth is no friend of mine, but every treasure has its guardian, and I do mean to deal with him—though not in the way you believe."Turlang fell silent and motionless, presumably weighing Melegaunt's words against the evil "taste" of their party.As suspicious as Galaeron was of Melegaunt, he feared the malevolence the treant sensed lay in his own dark spirit.Try as he might, the elf could not help attributing the most selfish motives to every action.Melegaunt hoped to strike a bargain with an evil lich.Malik wanted to steal the secret of shadow magic.Turlang refused to help them because he feared the wrath of the phaerimm.Galaeron was losing the fight against his shadowHe stepped forward and placed himself squarely in front of the treant."The Turlang my mother speaks of would never turn away a tree-friend.""Nor would the one standing before you," said the treant."Were he certain they were tree-friends.""Then you will not turn us away." When Galaeron waved a hand at his companions, he found only Melegaunt, Vala, and, still standing watch at the edge of the forest, Aris.Malik and his horse were nowhere to be seen, apparently having decided to accept Melegaunt's advice and depart."On my life,I promise no one here will harm the High Forest, nor allow any harm to come to it through anything he does or does not do."Turlang regarded him for a long time, then said, "Your life means nothing to me.I know you for an Evereskan by your dress and speech, but there is a darkness in you I do not trust.""There are more eye-devils coming," Aris called from the edge of the forest."How many?" Vala called back, ever the battle chief.'Too far to say," said the giant."They are only specks, but there's also something that resembles a dust devil."Galaeron and Vala exchanged nervous glances, and Melegaunt ran out of patience."We're out of time, tree," the wizard growled."There is more at risk than your forest, and we will pass through—"What we will do is abide by Turlang's will," Galaeron interrupted.Even were Melegaunt powerful enough to defeat Turlang and his many allies—and Galaeron suspected the battle would be closer than the wizard knew—for an elf to defy a treant in his own forest would be an act of wickedness as terrible as treason.Galaeron turned back to the treant."If the great Turlang places no value in my promise, I am certain he will value my mother's.""You would offer your mother's life in place of your own?" Turlang's voice was condemning."Who is this lucky elf?"Galaeron had to bite back a wave of anger."Morgwais Nightmeadow."The burls above Turlang's eyes rose."Morgwais?"Galaeron nodded."Known to the people of the High Forest as Morgwais the Red."Vala and Melegaunt looked to each other with expressions of surprise.The treant considered Galaeron's claim for a long time, during which Aris kept up a running account of what he saw."They're tiny circles.six of them, and something like afunnel with a tail.The one behind the hill is flying back to join them."Finally, Turlang spoke."If you are lying about this, your lives are forfeit." He glanced to Vala and Melegaunt, then added, "All of them.""Agreed," said Galaeron.Vala and Melegaunt were quick to nod their own agreement, and Arts said, "My life is Galaeron's to pledge.""Then we have a bargain." Turlang lowered two branches."I will need your weapons
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