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. Their eyes widened in horror at the sight of the
terrible apparition riding down upon them.
"The Knight of the Black Rose!" cried one, in panic.
"Paladine forfend!" shouted the lord knight, raising his
hand in a warding gesture.
Lord Soth laughed, a sound like the grinding of rocks in
a mountain slide. He reined in his nightmare steed, regarded
the knights cowering before him with scorn.
"This woman is far more worthy than any of you to wield
the sword and wear the armor of a knight. She stood up
to me. She faced me, unafraid. What will you do, noble
knights all? Will you fight me?"
The knights hesitated, cast terrified, questioning
glances at their leader. The lord's face was yellow, like
old bone.
They are all in league with the Queen of Darkness!"
he shouted. "Retreat, for the sake of your souls!"
The knights picked up their swords. Massing around
their leader, they fell back until they had reached the
massive wooden doors, which opened wide to let them
in. Once inside, the doors slammed and the portcullis
rang down.
The High Clerist's Tower stood dark and silent, as if
it were empty.
Part VII
Nikol and Michael spent the night in a cave they
found in the mountains. Huddled together for warmth,
they slept only fitfully. Again they had the feeling they
were being watched. Both were up with the dawn, made
haste to return to Palanthas, though what they would
do when they arrived was open to question.
"If we can only find the holy disks, then all will be
put right," Michael said more than once
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