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horse snorted loudly and then slowed. The knight was able
to regain his own balance and pull the horse to a halt. It was
then that he first noticed the loss of his weapon.
He twisted around and locked gazes with the minotaur. The
massive creature calmly walked over to the sword and
picked it up. Turning it so that the hilt pointed toward
Torbin, the minotaur returned it to him. The knight blinked,
then accepted the blade. The minotaur returned to its
carving, staring once more out at the Blood Sea while it
worked.
Torbin led his horse so that the minotaur's view would
be blocked. The creature looked up at him. Torbin pointed
the sword at the minotaur.
"Will you stand and fight? I've always been told that
minotaurs were courageous, fierce warriors, not cowards!"
The man-beast's nostrils flared, but it made no attempt
to attack. Instead, it put down one stick and began work on
another. Torbin grew angrier. How was he to prove himself
if his adversary refused to fight? His sense of honor
prevented him from striking an opponent who refused
battle.
The minotaur chose that moment to talk. Its voice was
deep and tended to rumble like thunder. "I would rather talk
than fight, Knight of Solamnia, who is too far from home
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