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. He
ascended the stairs, approached the large, ornate double
doors that led into the temple. Made of gold, the doors
gleamed coldly in the winter sun. Michael pushed on them.
They did not open.
He pushed again, harder. The doors remained shut fast.
Stepping backward, he stared at them in perplexity.
"What's wrong?" Nikol called from her place, guarding
the foot of the stairs.
The doors won't open," Michael answered.
They're barred, then. Keep a look out, will you?"
Nikol climbed the stairs, studied the doors. "But they
should be easy to pry apart - "
They're not barred. They couldn't be. They had no
locks on them. The temple was always open. . . "
This is ridiculous. There MUST be a way inside."
Nikol shoved at the doors, leaned her shoulder
against them. The temple doors did not move.
Nikol stared at them, frustrated, angry. "We have to
get inside! Is there another way?"
This was the only entrance."
"I WILL enter, theni" She drew her sword, was about
to thrust it between the doors.
Michael laid his hand upon her arm. "No, Nikol. I
forbid it."
"You FORBID it!" Nikol rounded on him in fury.
I'm the daughter of a Knight of Solamnia! You dare to
give me orders, you who are nothing but a - "
"Cleric," finished Michael. "And now not even
that." He touched the holy medallion around his neck,
the symbol of the goddess. He looked at the temple
sadly. "She will not open her doors to me."
"Now is not the time," came a voice.
Nikol drew her sword
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