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. And the beardless youth;
there seemed something familiar about him. The dark
knight drew closer.
"We'll travel to the High Clerist's Tower," the youth
was saying to his friend. "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."
High Clerist's Tower!ow The knight gave a bitter, silent
laugh.
The youth's friend appeared to share the listener's
doubts. "But surely the knights must know - "
"No, they don't," the youth returned. "They can't or they
would have stopped him before now. And we'll find out the
truth about Lord Soth, too. I don't believe what they said,
not a word of it. I want to know the truth."
The knight heard his name, heard it spoken in
admiration. A thrill passed through him, a thrill that
was achingly human and alive. Soth was so astounded,
so lost in wonder and puzzlement, trying to think of
where he'd known this young man, that he didn't hear
whatever reply the friend made in response.
The two started on their way up the winding road to the
High Clerist's Tower. Summoning his steed, a creature of
flame and evil magic as dark as his own, Lord Soth
accompanied them - an unseen companion.
*****
The Tower of the High Clerist had been built by the
founder of the knights, Vinas Solamnus
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