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. Who knows? The only man he wants to fight more
than you is me and that is forbidden to him. Sylverlin never
argues with Brother Gurim."
Arryl stared. "I am to fight you in the arena?"
"You MUST fight me, human!" Nelk paused, then
quickly whispered, "I could not save the half-elf, but I
might be able to save YOU, Knight of Solamnia!"
At first, Arryl thought his ears had betrayed him.
Nelk gave him a barely perceptible nod. "I can save
you from the arena, Arryl Tremaine, just as I have saved
others. You won't be the first."
Tremaine had already had enough treachery. He pulled
away from the elf. "I will not fall prey to any more traps set
by Brother Gurim! Give me to Sylverlin, who does not
pretend to be other than he is! He still owes for Fen
Sunbrother's life!"
"This is not a trap! I have saved others and, if it had been
in my power, I would have saved even the half-breed!
Listen, for I doubt we will have long to talk! There is a way
for you to escape the arena and Istar, but to succeed you
must put total faith in me!"
"Why should I?" Arryl scoffed.
Nelk dropped his mace, reached out, and grabbed the
knight's sword by the blade's sharp edge.
"Are you mad?" Arryl snatched the weapon back, but
blood was already streaming from the wound in the elf's
palm
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