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Garrick's growing madness threatened to burst then, but
the warmth around his chest checked it. It occurred to him
then that they had removed his armor but not his medallion.
He could see no way that they could have possibly missed it
in their search.
Ssaras looked hopefully at the general. Krynos was
calculating his possibilities.
"Get Thaygan."
The torturer hissed. "Thaygan is a fraud. All clerics are
frauds, General."
"Would you like to tell that to the Queen herself,
Ssaras? She might beg to differ."
The draconian quieted immediately. Without further
ado, it scurried away to seek the cleric. Garrick muttered a
prayer to Paladine. Should Thaygan be a strong enough
cleric, the knight would have little chance of defending his
mind from the psychic onslaught. Unlike many of his
brethren, he had a strong respect for the power of clerics.
A strong, gauntleted hand pulled his head up by the
hair. Krynos moved close to him, so close that Garrick was
able to feel the other's hot breath on his face. "Tell me what
I want to know now, and I'll spare you the tender touch of
Thaygan. In his own way, he leaves a prisoner much worse
off than Ssaras does."
"There is only me
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