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. To the prisoner, it
seemed as if Thaygan's face should crack in pieces each
time the old man spoke.
As the cleric stepped toward the knight, Krynos
actually blanched slightly. Garrick dimly wondered what
could frighten a man of the general's reputation. That
thought vanished with all others as the cleric reached down
and put a hand to each side of the prisoner's head.
The knight fell down an abyss. He screamed all the way.
Somewhere, he could hear a commanding voice that
demanded things of him. The words meant nothing to him,
though, and he kept falling.
A mighty hand came from the darkness. It glowed with
a light all its own. With little effort, it caught the
plummeting Garrick and held him tight. The pressure of the
monstrous grip was not stifling; rather, it reassured the
knight. Overwhelmed by a wave of peace and love, Garrick
slid off into velvety blackness.
He awoke briefly to see two men arguing. One was
incredibly ancient and looked more like an old corpse. The
other was a giant who looked capable of breaking the thin
man in two without trying. They seemed to be arguing
about something. Occasionally, one would point at Garrick.
The knight waited patiently for someone to ask him a
question
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