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. Outside they could hear the mob raise its voice in
response to the Revered Son's harangues.
"We want to help you," Michael said, coming forward.
"We don't have much time. We're looking for the disks - "
"What is going on in here, Malachai?" questioned a
stern voice. "I heard glass breaking."
A robed man who seemed old, but whose face was unlined,
smooth, and devoid of expression, entered the library
room. Calm and unruffled, he walked down the aisle
between the bookcases.
"They . . . broke in, M-master," the monk gasped.
The man's stern gaze shifted to the couple. "You are
responsible for this?" he said, indicating the broken
window.
"Well, yes, Master," answered Michael, astonished to
feel his skin burning in shame. "Only because we couldn't
get in the front."
"We don't mean any harm," said Nikol. "You must
believe us. We'd like to help, in fact. Master - "
"Astinus," said the man coolly. "I am Astinus. Did I
hear you say you were searching for the Disks of
Mishakal?" His gaze went to Michael's breast.
The cleric had been careful to hide the medallion
beneath his robes, but this man's ageless eyes seemed able
to penetrate the cloth.
"The TRUE clerics have all departed Krynn," observed
Astinus, frowning.
"I was given the chance," said Michael, defensively. "I
chose to stay. I could not leave - "
"Yes, yes. It is all recorded. You've come for the disks.
This - "
A howl rose from the mob outside. Shouts of anger and
rage surged up against the library walls like the pounding of
a monstrous sea
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