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"We can warn Astinus about the library's danger,"
said Nikol. "And we can take the Disks of Mishakal to
safety"
Take them to Lord Soth, don't you mean?" Michael
asked her quietly.
"He saved us at the tower. We are in his debt. If I
can end his torment, I will. HE is a true knight," she
added, casting a sad and wistful look back up into the
mountains. "I know it in my heart."
Michael said nothing. Soth had saved them, but for
their drsake or his own? Had he been cursed unjustly or
had his dread fate been forged by his own evil passions?
Michael could only repeat what had become a litany:
the blessed disks would make everything dear,
everything right again.
Neither wayfarer was overly concerned at the thought
of reentering the city. Having seen the confusion at the
main gate, they doubted if the guards would even
remember they were supposed to be searching for a
beardless knight and blue-robed cleric. They timed their
arrival for midday, when the traffic should be at its peak.
But, when they reached Palanthas, they found the road
before the city empty, its gates standing wide open.
Alarmed at the sudden and inexplicable change, they
ducked into the same grove of stunted trees, waited, and
watched.
"Something's definitely wrong," said Nikol, eyeing the
city walls. "I haven't seen one guard go past on his rounds.
Come on." She buckled on her sword, wrapped her cloak
around her. "We're going inside."
No beggars accosted them. No guard hailed them. No
one challenged them or demanded to know their business
within the city
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