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. When none was forthcoming, he drifted slowly
back to sleep.
THE GOLDEN-ARMORED MAN LOOKED DOWN
AT GARRICK WITH FONDNESS AND RESPECT.
GARRICK FOUND HIMSELF UNABLE TO LOOK THE
OTHER STRAIGHT IN THE EYES. HE DID NOT FEEL
WORTHY OF THE AUDIENCE GRANTED TO HIM.
THE OTHER SMILED. "IT IS TIME, GARRICK, TIME
YOU JOINED THE RANKS. TIME YOU JOINED HUMA
AND THE OTHERS."
FOR THE FIRST TIME, THE YOUNG KNIGHT SAW
THE RANKS BEHIND PALADINE. AMONG THEM
STOOD ONE HE KNEW WELL. FROM HIS PLACE,
STANDEL NODDED GRAVELY TO HIM - AND THEN
BROKE OUT INTO A BIG SMILE.
PALADINE BADE HIM STAND. "THE TIME IS NOW,
GARRICK."
"Time to wake, Knight!" A rough hand shook his head.
Garrick's vision was red, and he realized belatedly that
blood was dripping from his forehead. His right foot felt
numb, his arms burned with excruciating pain. He spat
blood from his mouth.
A draconian stood next to the general. It was Ssaras and
what expression was readable on the reptilian face showed
that the creature was angry beyond words. The draconian's
breathing was haggard, as if it had been laboring hard. Of
the cleric, whom Garrick only vaguely remembered, there
was no sign.
General Krynos scowled at him
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