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. Rennard continued to
sing softly, his own memories of Huma adding a vibrancy
to the saga that made it come alive, for his memories were
tinged with truth, not stretched by time and legend.
"You - " Dornay began.
A stone whistled through the darkness and struck the
young knight soundly on the side of the head.
He grunted and fell from his mount. His charger
hesitated, but when Rennard ceased singing and started
toward the fallen knight, the terrified animal shied away.
Rennard stood over Erik, wondering what had
happened, what a ghost could do to help. Even if he were
able to touch the mortal, he might do more harm than good.
He might infect Dornay with the plague he carried. Morgion
would laugh at that.
When the shadows began to move, the ghost drew his
sword, prepared to face his own enemies. Then he saw that
these were not the ones who hunted him, but mortal men,
well-versed in hiding from their victims.
"The armored one is down," said one.
Someone else spoke, but his words were too quiet for
the ghost to hear. Then there came an answer.
"Crazy or not, he is a Knight of Solamnia! No, I have
something different in mind for him. Perhaps HE will
please our lord."
Seven figures, more like ghosts than the ghost himself,
gathered around the fallen knight. They did not see Rennard,
who stood among them.
"Take him," said one whose voice was a harsh rasp. He
turned to another, who was trying to catch the reins of the
horse. "Forget the beast! If he causes trouble, a little dust
will settle him!" The hooded figure rolled Dornay over,
peering at his armor
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