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. "You'll only kill
yourself"
"So be it," Trevarre said, shrugging as if this prospect
did not disturb him. He grimaced, breathing hard, as he slid
from the wagon and balanced on his good leg. "I must go
on" He took a step onto his injured leg. His face went white
with pain. He groaned and slumped to the ground.
Matya clucked her tongue, helped him sit back up
against the wagon wheel. "I don't think you're going
anywhere, except to a monastery in Garnet - or the grave, if
you try that again" She poured a cup of water from a
goatskin and handed it to him. The knight nodded in thanks
and drank it down.
"You do not understand, Matya," Trevarre said, an
intent look on his weathered face. "I must journey to
Tambor. I have received a plea for help. I cannot refuse it."
Matya scowled. "Why ever not?"
Trevarre sighed, stroking his scraggly moustache. "I do
not know if I can make you understand this, but I will try. I
am a Knight of the Sword, Matya." He rested his hand
against his steel breastplate, decorated with the symbol of
the sword. "This means I cannot live my life as other men
do. Instead, I must live by another, higher standard - by the
Oath and the Measure. It is written in the Measure that
there is honor in aiding those who cry out in need. And, by
the Oath, I swore that my honor is my life. I will fulfill my
quest, Matya." A faint light glimmered in his pale eyes. "Or
die trying."
"And what reward will you get for performing this
'honorable' task?" Matya asked with a scowl
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