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. "You know
how grouchy he can be when he thinks I've fouled things up
again! Oh, Sturm!" The kender's voice trailed away into
sobs.
Wringing my hands helplessly, I searched my mind for
some way to comfort them. I felt even more useless than I
had when Derek's foot had been crushed.
Then, "Elistan!" Laurana cried, motioning for the cleric.
I stared at her in sorrow. Now we would see Elistan for
the fake he was. I wished, for her sake alone, that he was
what he claimed to be.
-Furry robe rustling softly on the floor, Elistan's face was
composed as he knelt beside the dying knight.
"We will ask for Paladine's aid, but it may be that this
man's life has been fulfilled. If so, we must give thanks that
he died as he would have wished, defending those he
loved." Drawing the golden medallion from under his furs,
Elistan held it tenderly and mumbled words I could not
understand. Moments passed and nothing happened. I held
my breath, hoping, and yet not daring to believe. I kept my
eyes on Sturm. Elistan continued to pray, his voice
gathering intensity and momentum.
Suddenly, blood stopped oozing from Sturm's throat.
Fear grabbed me. Was this the end? Had the knight's heart
simply given up?
And then a miracle happened. I can close my eyes and, to
this day, see again what I saw in that small room in Icewall
Castle. Color returned to Sturm's cheeks. Slowly, so slowly
I couldn't be certain of my eyes, the wound sealed shut
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