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"Lies!" Nikol cried, white-lipped. "I don't believe it! No
true knight would break his vows like that! No true knight
would do such a monstrous thing!"
"Yet, one did," came a deep voice.
Lord Soth stood in the room.
Part VIII
Michael, trembling, rose to his feet. Nikol turned to
face the knight. Her hand went to her sword, but fell,
nerveless, at her side. The accursed knight's chill pervaded
the small room. His flame-eyes were fixed, not on the two
who stood before him, but upon the book.
"That tells my story?" Soth asked, gesturing with his
gloved hand to the book on the table.
"Yes," Michael answered faintly. Nikol fell back, to
stand by his side.
"Turn the book toward me, that I may read it," Soth
ordered.
Hands shaking, Michael did as ordered, shifting the
heavy, enormous volume around for the death knight to
view. An awful darkness filled the room, doused the
lamplight, grew deeper and darker as time passed. The only
light was the burning of the flame-eyes, which did not read,
so much as devour, each page. Michael and Nikol drew
near each other, clasped each other tightly by the hand.
"You did these terrible deeds?" Nikol asked, her voice
as small and unhappy as a child's, whose dream has been
shattered. "You murdered . . ."
The blazing eyes lifted; their gaze pierced her heart.
"For love. I did it for love."
"Not love," Michael said, the warmth of Nikol's touch
giving him strength. "Lust, dark desire, but not love
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