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. Some understood him,
though. Understood that even the Knights of Solamnia had
turned away from Paladine more than they admitted. The
Knights were no longer an Order that aided the repressed so
much as a petty sect living on its past glories and shunning
those they believed had turned on them. Never mind that the
Order had such black marks as Lord Soth to live down.
In his worn state, he did not notice the second group of
villagers until they were almost on him. Like so many
before, they spat at him as they passed and cursed him for
being what he was. A stocky man with slightly gray hair
and a perpetual scowl blocked his path with an open cart
drawn by two oxen. Several other villagers stood behind the
man.
"What do you want here, oh great and noble knight?"
The venom fairly dripped from his mouth.
Garrick sighed. "I have sworn by the Measure that I will
defend my fellow men from the evil that is the Queen. I
intend to keep that pledge."
They laughed. Laughed loudly. The laughter was
magnified a thousand times in Garrick's mind, though he
knew it would come. It always had. The loud, bitter
laughter.
The stocky leader stepped closer, his eyes shifting back
and forth between the knight and the warhorse
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