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. . . ."
"The Disks of Mishakal," he said desperately. "If we
could only find those, I could prove to you - " Prove to
myself, he said silently, and in that moment admitted for
the first time that he, too, was beginning to lose his faith.
"Disks of Mishakal? What are these?" Lord Soth asked.
Michael was reluctant to answer.
"They are holy tablets of the gods," the cleric said
finally. "I... hoped to find the answers on them."
"Where are these disks?"
"Why do you want to know?" Michael asked,
greatly daring.
The shadows deepened around him. He felt Soth's
anger, the anger of pride and arrogance at being
questioned, his will thwarted. The knight controlled his
anger, however, though Michael sensed it took great effort.
"These holy disks could be my salvation," Soth stated.
"But how? If you don't believe - "
"Let the gods prove themselves to me!" said the knight
proudly. "Let them do so by lifting this curse and granting
me freedom from my eternal torment!"
This is all wrong, Michael thought, confused and
unhappy. Yet, in his words, I hear an echo of my own.
"The disks are in the great library," said Nikol, seeing
that Michael would not reply. "We would have gone to
look for them, but the library is in peril from the mobs. We
travel to the High Clerist's Tower to warn the knights, that
they may ride to Palanthas, quell this uprising, and restore
peace and justice."
To their horror and astonishment, Lord Soth began to
laugh - terrible laughter that seemed to come from places of
unfathomable darkness
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