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. "We greet you, Knight of Solamnia. The
honor of your order precedes you." He paused, considering
the other minotaur's statement. "I also accept you as
witness, though I believe it may very well be the first time
that one other than our race has stood for a possible
condemned."
Torbin forced himself to utter an empty, formal greeting.
Like and unlike fish, it left a bad taste in his mouth.
The leader turned back to the original minotaur. "Have
you come to terms?"
"I still remain the same. My thoughts have not changed."
The newcomer seemed almost sad. He tightened his grip
on the sword he carried. "Then there is nothing more to
say."
"Nothing. We may begin whenever you wish."
Turning to his own companions, the leader said, "Form
the circle. Alternate order."
There were three minotaurs armed with tridents. An equal
number, including the leader, carried huge broadswords.
Each minotaur, barring Torbin's companion, wore a
breastplate and arm and ankle guards. The six formed a
circle and held their weapons before them in ceremonial
style.
The original minotaur, carrying two of his best hand-
crafted stakes, stepped into the middle. He saluted the
others. They returned the salute
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