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. He sheathed his
sword. Slowly, Erik returned to his horse.
"What will you do?" Rennard asked.
Dornay would not look at him. "I am leaving. I have no
need to stay. You should be pleased. I won't kill them"
As the Knight of the Rose mounted, the wraith
appeared before him. "You haven't spared the people. You
merely have given their deaths into the hands of others."
"They are no more concern of mine." The young Solamnian
Rmounted his steed, trying to depart. "I'm finished with
the knighthood, Oathbreaker. I have sung the 'Song of
Huma' for the last time."
He sounded resolved, but he was shaking. Rennard
knew that a battle was going on inside the young knight,
one that in some ways was as painful as the one Rennard
himself constantly fought.
"Very well," the ghost knight told him. There was only
one thing he could think of to do, and he prayed that both
his memory and the spirit of Huma - who seemed to have a
hand in this - would guide him. "I will stand aside."
Erik began slowly riding away. As he passed the
wraith, however, Rennard began to sing.
"Huma's death calls me!
His death!
Temper me with such death!
Paladine, lord god of knights!
Huma's life is all our lives!
Dragon-Huma survives!"
Dornay halted. The cursed knight continued to sing,
finding that the words - or words enough - were given to
him. The melody would forever play in his mind.
Erik pulled tightly on the reins, turned the horse
around, and gazed at the phantom
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