To look under that covering. ' When everyone looked confused except Roald Jimmy said '"It's gold. ' 'That's why Crows had so much trouble lugging it along but never left it behind '.

"'Tis a thing of terrible and infinite beauty. ' Now the dome of light seemed to take on the appearance of a giant gem as if composed of hexagonal facets. Each facet shone brightly but dimmed at a different rate giving the dome the appearance of sparkling. The feelings of perfection were dimming as was the surging joy but still a calm wonder could be felt by all who looked upon it. Martin tore his eyes from the sight and said "Arutha?' Guy said 'He vanished in.
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