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"What was he talking about?" Nikol demanded. "There
was no evil knight there. He was a Knight of the Rose. I
saw him clearly."
"Astinus wants to see us, before we go," Michael said,
turning from her. "Everything's packed. The Aesthetics
have really been very kind. They've given us food, warm
clothing, blankets - "
"Michael." Nikol came to stand in front of him, forcing
him to face her. "What did that Book Reader mean?"
Michael took hold of her, held her tightly, thinking of
how he'd almost lost her. "Lord Soth was the one who
fought at your side, Beloved."
She Stared at him. "No! That's not possible. I saw a
knight, a true knight!"
"I think you saw the part of him that still struggles
toward the light. Unfortunately, I think it is part of him that
few will ever see again." Michael added, with a sigh, "Now,
come. We must bid farewell to Astinus."
*****
The Aesthetics led them to the master's study. The
ageless man with his expressionless face was hard at work,
writing in a thick book. He did not glance up at their entry,
but continued working. They stood for long moments in
silence, then Nikol, growing bored and restless, walked over
to look out the window.
Astinus lifted his head. "Young woman, you are
standing in my light!"
Nikol jumped, flushed. "I beg your pardon - "
"Why are you here?" he asked.
"You sent for us, Master," Michael reminded him.
"Humpf." Carefully Astinus replaced his pen back in
the inkwell
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