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Behind Perscors, the sound of waters almost convinced him that the lake was crying out in pain. The rocks trembled, and the clouds now flooded forth water, even as the skies sent out a sound of mourning. Did arrows or lightning dart by him? Perscors asked himself. A voice spoke his name in the high wind, or was that the thunder? Drenched and uncertain, but exultant, Perscors stood in the stone circle.
The stones shook and quaked, and smoke rose up all about Perscors. He stood upon burning coals in a darkness, and then he was thrust off his feet as hailstones mixed with boltlike flaming arrows flew all about him. Rolling to his left until he could find solid rock again, Perscors rose, but he had lost shield and sword.