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. They wanted
humankind punished. The gods prevented my coming to
Istar and, in an attempt to cleanse their hands of the blood
of innocents, they laid this curse on me! And now they
have abandoned the world they destroyed."
Michael, frightened and sick at heart, clasped his hand
around the symbol of Mishakal. The death knight was
swift to notice.
"You do not believe me, Cleric?"
The flame eyes seared Michael's skin; the dreadful
cold chilled his heart. "No, my lord," said Michael,
wondering where he found the courage. "No, I do not
believe you. The gods would not be so unjust."
"Oh, wouldn't they?" Nikol retorted bitterly. "I've
kept silent, Michael, for I did not want to hurt you or
add to your burden, but what if you're wrong? What if
you've been deceived? What if the gods HAVE
abandoned us, left us alone at the mercy of scoundrels
like those in Palanthas?"
Michael looked at her sadly. "You saw Nicholas.
You saw him blessed, at peace. You heard the promise
of the goddess, that someday we would find such peace.
How can you doubt?"
"But where is the goddess now, Michael?" Nikol
demanded. "Where is she when you pray to her? She
docs not answer."
Michael looked again at the medallion in the palm of
his hand. It was dark and cold to the touch, colder than
the chill of the death knight. But Michael had seen it
glow blue - or had he? Was it wishful thinking? Was his
faith nothing but wishful thinking?
Nikol's hand closed over his. "There, you see, Michael?
You don't believe
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