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. Michael made certain his holy
medallion was well hidden. The guard didn't even bother to
spare them a glance. Once outside the gate, they fended off
the beggars, traveled some distance up the road, finally
stopping in a grove of stunted trees.
"What's your plan?" Michael asked.
"We'll travel to the High Clerist's Tower," Nikol
replied. "The knights must be told about what is going on in
Palanthas, how this false cleric is plotting to take control.
They'll soon put a stop to it, then we can go into the library
and find the Disks of Mishakal. We'll use them to prove to
people that this Revered Son is a crook and a charlatan."
Michael looked doubtful. "But surely the knights must
know - "
"No, they don't. They can't or they would have stopped
him before now," Nikol argued. Serene, confident, she
looked up into the mountains that loomed over Palanthas, to
the road that led to the knights' stronghold. "And we'll find
out the truth about Lord Soth, too," she added softly, her
cheeks flushing. "I don't believe what they said, not a word
of it. I want to know the truth."
Michael sighed, shook his head.
"What?" Nikol demanded sharply. "What's the matter?"
"I was thinking that perhaps there are some truths we
are better off not knowing," he replied.
Part V
A chill wind, which blew from the plane of dark and
evil magic, tore aside the cloak of the knight who stood
upon that plane, allowed the icy blast to penetrate to the
center of his empty being
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