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. "I could go back for more - "
"No!" Moran said, then, more calmly, "Don't go into
that storeroom again. Don't take things out of it again.
Don't do anything at all in relation to the storeroom, unless
I give my written permission to do so."
"All right, Sire." Tarli looked puzzled.
"And now I'll take these back." Moran gathered up the
chalice, the chest, and the tray.
"Why? They won't do anyone any good, shut up in that
room."
Moran said delicately, "The knights prefer that these
things be locked away, to discourage thieves."
"No!" Tarli was shocked. "Thieves? Here?" A
monstrous idea occurred to him. "Among the novices?"
"It's been known," Moran said dryly.
Rakiel had completed the inventory when Moran
returned. The cleric quickly added the last three items. "Do
you want to see the list - ?"
Moran shook his head. He sat heavily on an oaken
chest whose lock, he noted thankfully, was rusted shut and
intact. "That's the lot. Sorry to put you to the extra work."
"No trouble." Rakiel crumpled the list and stuffed it in
his robes. "I assume it was Tarli who stole them. Have you
noticed - ?"
Moran cut him off. "Go to the basement. Bring me a
handful of spikes and a hammer
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