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. His duty would have been to
restore their humanity."
The Knight of the Rose still hesitated. "If I go to them,
they'll attack me. I'll be forced to kill them! I am not Huma!
He was a - "
"Huma was a man." Rennard saw movement and
glanced around. The shadows seemed to thicken, come to
life.
"What's wrong?" Dornay began to move closer.
Rennard kept him at bay with his sword.
"Come no closer. I have already risked you once. If I
can spread my curse to those curs, then I can spread it to
you."
Erik stepped back with great reluctance.
The shadows, Rennard saw, were taking shape and form.
"Now it is time for you to go, Erik Dornay."
"But what about you?"
Rennard heard no whispering yet, but he was certain
the eyes of the hunters burned into him. The ghost readied
his blade and moved farther from the encampment. "I must
attend to matters of my own."
"Matters . . ." Erik looked into the shadows. "Paladine
save us! What are they?"
"I told you that even ghosts may be haunted by ghosts,
Erik Dornay. These are mine - the shadows of every knight
who died by my hand or by my actions. They cannot rest,
and so I cannot."
"What will they do?" the mortal whispered in awe.
"Pursue me, fight me, and kill me. Then, when their
need for vengeance is sated, I will rise, and the entire
tragedy will happen all over again."
"That's monstrous!"
"It is justice. Even I know that."
"What can I do?" Dornay began to reach for his sword.
"Help those people."
"I mean for you!"
The ghost laughed
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