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. They've set
fire to the north wood and burned the fallow pastures east
and south. Your father's cattle have been stolen and
slaughtered. Some of my men were killed in Avrinet, but
not before reporting that the villagers were preparing to
attack."
"They can't get in the castle," Sturm said in a pleading
tone.
"Alas, young lord, they can. I have less than a hundred
men to defend all of the wall, and of those I trust not
twenty."
Sturm could not fathom these revelations. "Why are
they doing this, Soren? Why? My father never used them
harshly."
"The common folk, here as throughout Krynn, blame the
knights for not calling down the aid of Paladine in the dark
times." Soren shook his head in sor row. "In their mad anger
they have forgotten all that the knights have done for them."
They descended the steps. "So Father will fight our way
out?" asked Sturm.
Soren cleared his throat. "My Lord Brightblade will
remain behind to defend his home and lands."
"Then I shall stay, too!"
The sergeant paused and rested a battle-hardened hand
on the boy's shoulder. "No, young lord. Your father has
given orders that you and the Lady Ilys be sent to far Solace
for safety. Our duty is to obey
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