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. Yield
yourself," said a harsh voice, speaking in the crude trade
tongue.
"You lie!" Nikol cried, answering in Solamnic. "Since
when do true knights move in the shadows and ambush
people in the darkness?"
"We move in the dark because these are days of
darkness" Another man approached, emerging from the gate
leading into the High Clerist's Tower. More men followed
after him.
Torchlight flared, half blinding Michael. Its light shone
on polished armor, steel helms, and, beneath the helms, the
long, flowing moustaches that were the knights' hallmark.
One man, the one who'd answered Nikol, wore on his
shoulder a ribbon. Once bright, it was now somewhat frayed
and discolored. Michael had lived among knights long
enough to recognize by this insignia a lord knight, one who
commands in time of war.
"What have we here?"
"Spies, I believe, my lord," answered one of Michael's
captors.
"Bring the torches closer. Let me take a look."
Michael's guard escorted him to the front. The knights
were efficient, but not rough, according him a measure of
respect even as they let him know who was in charge.
Nikol looked somewhat daunted at the sight of the lord
knight, but she flushed angrily at the charge.
"We are not spies!" she said through clenched teeth.
Remaining on guard, she used the flat of her blade to strike
out at any who came near her.
The knights outnumbered her, could have taken her,
but that would have meant unnecessary bloodshed. They
glanced at the lord knight for orders
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