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. Arryl was outraged.
All knew that Huma, a Knight of Solamnia, had defeated
the Dragonqueen! Huma had invoked the aid of the gods -
Paladine - not the Kingpriest!
As for Paladine, the god for whom Istar had originally
been erected, he was represented, but not nearly as often as
the master cleric. In fact, many of Paladine's tributes had
him standing shoulder to shoulder with the Kingpriest, as
though they were equals!
"Holy Istar seems more concerned with the greater
glory of the servant than it does of the one who is his
master," said Arryl sternly.
Brek paled, cast a darting glance sideways at three men
seated in a booth. "If you'll be excusing me, Sir ... Master
Tremaine, I - I must be about helping my wife." Master
Brek was gone before the knight drew another breath.
Apparently speed was not one of the traits diluted by two
generations of sloth.
Shrugging, Arryl turned and headed for the stairs
leading to his room. He had much to think about. The
pilgrimage to holy Istar had been a great disappointment.
Tremaine hoped that his evening prayers would give him
the answers he needed.
The knight had taken no more than a dozen steps when
a voice from a comer table asked dryly, "Could you spare
us a moment, Sir Knight?"
Arryl would have declined, then he noted the silver-
and-white robes worn by the three men
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