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knowledge and working miracles in the names of the divine powers. After the gods turned away from Krynn, the clerics disappeared and the temple fell into ruin. But now that the dragons have returned to Krynn, there are rumors that the gods once more are permitting miracles to be performed in the mortal world. I have recently heard tell that a new group of clerics has returned to the temple and taken up residence there. If I were you, I would journey to the temple to see if the rumors are true and if the clerics might be able to heal you.”
    Nearra looked to Catriona. “What do you think?”
    “I, too, have heard stories of the gods’ chosen returning to Krynn after the War of the Lance.”
    Nearra didn’t know—or couldn’t remember—what the War of the Lance was. But if Catriona had heard the same rumors as Wynda, then there was at least a possibility of them being true.
    “Do you know the way to this temple?” Nearra asked the red-haired warrior, her excitement building.
    Catriona shook her head. “Sindri and I have only been in Tresvka for a week or so. We haven’t traveled through the land to the north.”
    “Perhaps Davyn—” But Nearra broke off when Catriona frowned at the mention of the ranger’s name.
    “If it’s a guide you seek, you might find one at the Blind Goose tavern,” Wynda said. “It’s a favorite gathering place of traders and travelers of all sorts. Odds are that someone there will know the way to the temple.”
    “Then that’s where I shall go!” Nearra said, grinning. Wynda might not have restored Nearra’s memory, but the healer had given her renewed hope.
    Wynda cleared her throat. “Regarding the matter of my fee …”
    “Of course,” Nearra said, embarrassed that she’d forgotten all about paying the healer. “One of our companions has the money. We shall go fetch him.”
    Wynda smiled. “Certainly, child. And I hope you find what you’re searching for.”

     
    Davyn walked into the healer’s examining room. Before he closed the door behind him, he listened: Nearra was telling Sindri what the healer had said to her.
    Good. That meant no one would hear him speak with Wynda.
    The healer held out a hand. “Do you have my payment, young man?”
    Davyn removed Maddoc’s money pouch from his tunic pocket, then walked over to Wynda. He opened the purse and took out twenty steel coins, but he didn’t give them to her right away.
    “Did you do as you were told?”
    “Yes. I told her that she has no sign of either injury or illness, and that the clerics inhabiting the Temple of the Holy Orders of the Stars might be able to help her.”
    “And …?”
    “That she could find a guide to the temple at the Blind Goose tavern.”
    “Excellent.” Davyn dropped the coins into the healer’s waiting hand.
    Wynda grinned and quickly closed her fingers around the coins, as though she were afraid Davyn might try to snatch them back.
    “A pleasure doing business with you,” Wynda said.
    Davyn nodded. He knew he should have been pleased that meeting Sindri and Catriona hadn’t disrupted the plan. But instead he felt unsettled.
    He turned away from the healer and headed for the door. They had best get over to the Blind Goose. Oddvar didn’t like to be kept waiting.

 
    I ’m so excited!” Sindri said as he led his three companions down the street toward the tavern. “I’ve heard of the Temple of the Holy Orders of the Stars, but now I’m actually going to get to see it!” It turned out that Sindri really knew where the Blind Goose was. He’d spent a number of hours there, listening to the stories, the tall tales, and the outright lies the patrons told.
    Nearra laughed. “Is there anything you don’t get excited about?”
    Sindri frowned in puzzlement. “I’m a kender,” he said.
    “She doesn’t have all her memories,” Catriona reminded Sindri. “She probably doesn’t recall much about kender.”
    “Lucky her,” Davyn muttered. Catriona gave the ranger a