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. As my name is Erik
Dornay, so I swear over and over it shall be!"
With some effort, Dornay mounted. He didn't give the
corpse a second look, but for a brief instant his eyes
returned to the general area where the ghost stood,
watching. Frowning, Erik finally urged his horse along the
trail. The animal needed no encouragement; it set off at a
brisk pace, fueled by its obvious desire to get as far from
Rennard as possible.
The horse's desperate efforts were useless. This young
knight interested Rennard too much to let him go. The
mortal might know where Rennard was, why he was here.
And the ghost was anxious to know the reasons behind the
vengeance that drove the young Solamnian to turn against
the Oath and Measure.
Rennard had one other reason, one that he did not like
to admit to himself. Night was fast approaching and night -
in his mind - brought the hunters. But would they close the
circle with a living person nearby?
Perhaps not.
Better the company of a Knight of the Rose than yet an
other confrontation with the bitter souls who owed their
damnation to Rennard.
Rennard gripped the hilt of his sword and vanished after
the diminishing figure of Erik Dornay.
*****
Shortly after nightfall, Dornay ended his ride and made
camp in a small copse of tangled trees. The halt was not by
choice, if Rennard was any reader of expressions, but made
out of necessity. The horse s breathing was ragged; it was
doubtful that the unfortunate animal would have lasted
much longer without rest
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