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. He caught hold of her.
"We must go somewhere, somewhere safe."
"It's a storm, that's all," said Nikol, uneasy, nervous.
"Michael, you're hurting me."
He did not loosen his hold. "It is coming. The Day of
Wrath."
"Lord Soth - " she began.
"He couldn't stop it, Nikol!" Michael had to shout to be
heard over the low rumble of thunder that shook the manor
walls. "I don't know why or how or what happened, but he
failed! Men do fail, you know! Even Knights of Solamnia.
They're human, damn it, like the rest of us"
"I have faith in him!" Nikol cried angrily.
"He is a man. We must have faith in the gods." Saying
this, reminding himself of it, Michael was calm. "This
house, these walls are strong. Blessed, the knight said. Yes,
here, inside these walls, we will be safe."
"No! It cannot be! He WILL stop it."
She broke free of his grasp, ran inside the small family
chapel. Michael followed her, to try to reason with her.
Looking around, he realized at once that this room - built in
the castle's interior, without windows - was the safest place.
Nikol was kneeling before the altar.
"Paladine! Be with Lord Soth! Accept his sacrifice, as
you once accepted Huma's!"
The strange wind, hot and dry, blew harder and harder,
shrieked about the castle walls with inhuman voices.
Lightning slashed, split trees. Thunder shook the ground,
like the footsteps of an angry giant.
All that morning the storm raged, growing more and
more intense. The sun vanished. Day became darker than
night
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