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. If he gave in,
it would be as great a victory for his captor as if he HAD
died in battle. It would mean that Gurim had broken the
knight, could claim he was weak.
Arryl had no intention of bowing to the will of the
senior inquisitor.
Eventually Nelk sent Sylverlin off to instruct some of the
gladiators in the finer points of swordplay. The snakelike
man was showing them how to PRETEND to strike an
opponent. None of the veteran gladiators wanted to
accidentally die or kill one of their comrades during
tournament combat. The prisoners, of course, had no
choice. They could only hope to survive long enough to
either win their freedom or be offered a place in the
tournament combats.
"This will avail you naught, Solamnian," said Nelk,
glancing at the sword.
"I will not fight. Execute me if you will, but I will not
go against the Oath and the Measure by fighting for the
pleasure of others."
Nelk laughed. "Do they teach such arrogance in the
knighthood or is it something you were born with?" Arryl
refused to respond. The elf stepped closer, his voice
lowered. "You WILL fight in the Games, Knight! Listen to
me! I had hoped you would not force me to this, but I want
you to know that - "
"Nelk!" Sylverlin shouted
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