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. "What are you made
of, Knight? For three days, you've endured tortures that
have turned other men into screaming maniacs! You've sat
there all this time, mumbling to your god! Even Thaygan
could get nothing from you!"
Garrick did not answer. There seemed no need for a
reply, and his head hurt too much to think, anyway.
"You are useless to me, Knight. Whether or not your
allies are out there - and I admit for the first time that you
may have fooled me by giving me the truth - I will lead my
army come the morrow. We will be through the pass and
well on our way to the garrison by the time the day is
ended. The Queen will see who among her followers is
most valuable to her."
Ssaras swayed unsteadily. The general frowned. With
some effort, the draconian stood straight. Its mottled color
looked even more splotchy than before.
Krynos wiped the sweat from his forehead. "In all
fairness, you've proved a worthy challenge. Any last request
before I have Ssaras make an end of you?"
With superhuman effort, Garrick forced himself to sit
straight. The glazed look was gone from his eyes. "I
demand death in combat."
The general raised an eyebrow. "Combat? You can
barely stand, much less fight
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