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. The commander of the SEA RAVEN stared
straight ahead and said nothing.
Halfway to Mukhari, Sturm stumbled. He heard the
snick of a sword being freed from its scabbard. A strong
hand grabbed the back of his vest.
"Pick up your feet, boy," said Artavash.
Mukhari was waiting, hands folded deep into his
voluminous sleeves. Up close, the table was basically just a
copper funnel flat enough to lie on. The legs were heavy
columns of marble.
"Put him on the table," instructed Mukhari. The priests
chanted louder and began to beat a brass gong.
Shouts and clangs of metal rose from the open stairwell.
Radiz drew his weapon out of reflex. Artavash shoved
Sturm to Radiz and got her own sword ready. A death-
scream cut the air, and a few heartbeats later, Soren
bounded up the steps, a bloody sword in his chained hand.
"Sturm Brightblade! I am here!" he roared.
"Stop that man!" quavered Mukhari.
Artavash moved out to meet Soren. His stolen blade
thrust in; she parried and beat his sword out of line. Soren
was severely hampered by his bonds. Only with his
extraordinary strength could he even carry on such a fight.
He cut hard at Artavash, one, two, three - right-left-right
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