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. "Where's the Revered
Son?" Dunvane demanded. He ran forward and found Imkhian
crumpled against the capstan. Blood was running
from a gash on his forehead.
"Revered Son! Are you all right?"
The priest blinked and looked up at the face of the
statue. "Kingpriest!" he cried hoarsely. "You stood upon the
arch of Paladine's Gate!" He covered his face with his hands
and uttered a long, tearing wail. "What has the world come
to, that the most righteous nation on Krynn can be dealt
such a blow? The Great Temple - the Kingpriest - the
Revered Sons and Daughters - all thrown down! Istar is
destroyed! Istar is destroyed!"
Imkhian bolted to the starboard rail. He stared straight
into the whirling maelstrom and threw a leg over the rail.
"Stop, Imkhian!" Dunvane yelled.
The sound of his own name made the priest pause. He
looked over his shoulder at the captain. His face was twisted
with fury. "The gods have abandoned us! The world is at an
end." Turning back to face the boiling sea, he raised his
other leg over the rail.
"You don't have to die!" Dunvane shouted.
Imkhian's reply was a snarl. "Fools! You are already
dead!" He let go and fell from the ship.
Dunvane and Norry ran to the rail. To his horror,
Dunvane saw Imkhian break the surface of the bubbling
ocean, hands reaching up to the ruined image of the
Kingpriest. Without a sound, he sank below the surface.
Hatch covers all over the ship burst off as the flooding
seawater filled the hold. Norry pulled Dunvane away from
the rail
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