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. Even as he
himself fell victim to the plague, which by that time had
claimed almost half his army, he could not understand how
he and the others, especially the late cleric Thaygan, could
have missed the signs.
Four days later, the plague, which Garrick had fought to
a stalemate for more than a week, had wiped out all but a
few scattered remnants of the once-powerful army. The
tales told by the survivors would prevent any other army
from coming through that way for the rest of the war. Even
the clerics of the Queen refused to go near, for they could
feel that the power of Paladine was involved somehow.
With time, the villagers would return, the garrison
would be reinforced for an enemy that would never come.
No one would remember the single knight who had kept his
vow the only way he knew how.
The Exiles
Paul B. Thompson and Tonya R. Carter
He dreamed of battle. The small bed shook with the
shock of phantom cavalry and the tramp of spectral men-at-
arms. In the midst of this dream melee a deep voice said,
"Sturm, wake up. Get up, boy."
Sturm Brightblade opened his eyes. A tall, burly man,
dark of eye and fiercely moustached, towered over him
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