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. He rides
forth to save the world, though it cost him his life. And
what do I do? What have I done?"
She turned, stared at the castle, perhaps truly seeing it
for the first time since they had returned.
"The Measure. The Oath. 'My honor is my life.' I came
near forgetting that, came near failing the memory of my
father, my brother. This knight has reminded me of my
duty. Perhaps Paladine sent him for that very reason. I will
always honor his name: Lord Soth of Dargaard Keep."
Michael would have added his own fervent blessing on
the knight, who had brought Nikol back to life, but a
shadow drifted across the cleric's heart, like smoke from a
distant fire. The effect was chilling. He could not speak.
Part II
Nikol's melancholia vanished, borne away by the
Knight of the Rose. She began to believe, once again, in a
future, to find hope in it, and threw herself into preparing
for it with her usual energy. It was a future of promise she
believed in, a future unscarred by the terrible calamity
foreordained by the gods.
Michael, whose fears were growing, not receding,
sought to gently temper this newfound hope.
"I have had dark dreams of late, Nikol. I see the
Kingpriest confronting the gods. He does not approach them
in humility, remembering that he is man and mortal. He
makes demands of them. He has come to think of himself as
equal to the gods. I feel their wrath. This strange wind ..."
Nikol interrupted him, placed her hand upon his with a
patronizing air, "Brother, be at peace
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