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." He shook his head. "And little faith, other
than yours. What must I do?"
Nelk nodded his approval. "Sylverlin is eager to match
blades with you, but I have been granted the right to face
you in the arena. When open combat begins, we must be
certain that Sylverlin does not come between us. The battle
must be my mace against your blade." Nelk shook his head.
"Always before I have trusted my skill, never mentioned
my plans to those I rescued for fear they would weaken and
betray us both! This situation with Sylverlin, though, and
your own worthy abilities, have made this change
necessary. I find I must trust YOU, Knight!"
"What about Sylverlin? He cannot be allowed to go
unpunished for what he has done!"
"Leave the swordmaster to me. The time is fast
approaching when he and I will clash. He might call me
friend, but there is no love between us. We are marking the
day. You might wish his death now, Knight, but rest
assured I have prior and greater reasons than you. What
concerns us now is making certain that it is we two alone
who face each other during the Games. No one else must be
allowed to come between us."
Arryl was still not pleased about leaving Sylverlin to
the elf, but Nelk WAS a cleric - a true cleric
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