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. He should have been sent to work cleaning
the temple floors for a month in order to make his penance.
These things happen." Nelk shrugged. "Sometimes the
mistakes are rectified, sometimes not."
HOLY ISTAR! Arryl thought bitterly. There was no
choice. The Oath and Measure demanded he protect the
innocent from harm. "I agree, providing you personally
guarantee the boy's life."
"It will be guaranteed. I swear to that. You have not
dealt with the eccentricities of the inquisitor as I have. He
will be happy to give the boy back his life, if only to prove
how benevolent he can be."
There was relief in Nelk's eyes, a strange thing, the
knight noted. The elf removed the mace from its resting
place and, turning it upside down, sank the head into the
dirt.
It was a signal, a signal of Arryl's defeat. The moment
the mace touched the ground, the inquisitor rose and
departed the arena. No backward glance, no lingering.
Brother Gurim had seen his adversary bend knee to him
and that was all the cleric wanted. For now.
The maimed elf smiled. "Pick up your sword and join
us. I want to see what you can do."
Tremaine knelt and picked up the sword that had been
handed him each day. They will see what I can do, he
vowed
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