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One of the henchmen, taking the vial, looked at it
dubiously. The Revered Son regarded him with some
impatience. "The effects wear off naturally after a while,
but these ignorant peasants don't know that. They'll think
I've performed a miracle."
The man pocketed the vial. "What about the library?"
"We'll hold another rally in front of it day after tomorrow,
after we've had time to stir up trouble. If you could get
me one of those books, the one with the lies about the
Kingpriest - "
The man nodded, shrugged. "Nothing to it. That fool
old man, Astinus, lets anyone read 'em."
"Excellent. I'll read it aloud to the crowd. That should
seal the library's fate and the old man's. He's been the main
one opposing my takeover of the city's government. Once
he's out of the way, I'll have no trouble with that namby-
pamby Lord Palanthas.
"Now, tonight," continued the Revered Son, "I want you
and the others in the taverns, spreading stories about that
knight, the one that was god-cursed - "
"Soth."
"Yes, Lord Soth."
Nikol sucked in her breath softly. Michael caught hold
of her hand, squeezed it, counseling silence.
"I'm not certain we should rely on that story to drive the
mob to attack the knights, Revered Son. There's more than
one tale about him going around."
"What's the other?" the speaker asked sharply.
"That he was forewarned about the Cataclysm. He was
riding to Istar, planning to try to STOP the Kingpriest - "
"Nonsense!" The Revered Son snorted
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