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. "You appear to be an elf of some breeding-not
entirely unattractive either. I could spare your life if you gave me
good reason," he offered suggestively.
Laurana, breathing heavily from her struggles, turned her gaze
from the knife in Sturm's throat and his blood-soaked chest to look
at the Highlord. She swallowed hard. "Are you suggesting I join
you as a Highlord?" she asked in a seductively coy tone I would
never have thought her capable of using.
I was shocked. Why on Krynn was she toying with this evil
Highlord while her friend lay dying at her feet? Suddenly, I saw
the knuckles of her hands, clenched and white with anger, and I
knew she must be stalling for time, hoping to regain her strength.
"What I'm suggesting has nothing to do with being a Highlord,"
the wizard said, leering. Encouraged that she might entertain the
thought, confident that she no longer had the strength to fight, and
obviously discounting me completely, the wizard lowered his
sword. "If we cleaned you up a bit, you might be worthy."
Laughing, he looked over at the bed and even reached out his
hand to smooth the silken sheets.
I thought I might choke on the bile in my throat, as I longed to
strangle the life from the evil creature. Suddenly, I remembered
my frostreaver! (I know now that the thought came from Paladine
himself.) But I was not strong enough to wield it-only fighters
were. I looked at the bent form of the courageous woman warrior
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