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. "And so you no
longer desire to be like him?"
The young knight stiffened, then lowered his sword. "I
cannot, not now, not after I kill them." His gaze strayed to
the woods beyond. "So much has changed since the
Cataclysm. At first they begged for our help. Then, with a
swiftness unmatched even by the wind, the rumors began!
Some of the rumors were not without foundation, but to
blame the knighthood as a whole is unthinkable! If we were
spared the brunt of the disaster, surely it meant that we were
Paladine's chosen! We should have been their guides on the
path of recovery. Instead, the scum we tried to protect
turned on us. 'Look!' they cried. 'Ansalon shakes and
quivers, people die, and the knights are untouched!' "
The young Solamnian laughed harshly. "Some even
claimed we had conspired with the gods, for it was Ergoth,
our ancient tyrant, and Istar, our magnificent rival, who
suffered most. Lucien tried to reason with them - the
ignorant offal. And they dragged him down from his horse
and murdered him!"
None of this made much sense to Rennard. "And was
the knighthood responsible for this . . . this Cataclysm?"
Erik glowered. "How can you ask that? You were a
knight!"
"Yes," said Rennard dryly, "I was a knight."
"I swear that we were not!" Dornay's voice shook. "It
could never be!"
"I see"
After a pause, Erik asked, "Did you really know him?"
"Very well." Rennard stood silently, his mind a
whirlpool of memories. He stared at the mortal before him
and saw Huma
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